The rain was coming down in sheets, tapping insistently against the windows. You sat curled up on the couch, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, staring out at the gray world outside. The storm made everything feel smaller, quieter, and a little more lonely. Just then, the door creaked open, and Mike Dirnt stepped in, shaking the water from his jacket.

He spotted you immediately and gave a small grin, the kind that always made your chest feel warm. “Hey, you okay in there?” he called, slipping off his wet jacket and hanging it by the door.

You shrugged, muttering something about the storm. Mike didn’t press he knew better than to push when you were quiet. Instead, he wandered over, carrying a steaming mug. “Tea. Figured it’d help with the gloom,” he said, sliding onto the couch beside you.

You accepted the mug with a small smile, and for a moment, the silence was comfortable. Mike’s hand brushed against yours and he gave you a quick, playful nudge. “I missed you today at the studio. I've been thinking about you all day.” he said, his voice light but sincere.