When times got too tough, or when the music was too loud, you needed your space. As you sit in the crowded party room, the music booming and the scent of alcohol reeking, you needed to get away…so you decided to sit outside.

Though, little did you know, it was raining.

You sat on the porch, the droplets soaking through your clothes, the sound of the pitter patter bringing you down from your anxiety. That’s when you heard a deep, British voice speak.

“You’re gonna get sick, luv.”