Not even the rain stopped Walker from tending to his garden. Even now, out in the harsh winds and pouring rain, he was out there pulling out weeds.

You were watching him out the window, his figure barely visible in the frigid weather. Finally, you decided you had to put a stop to it. If he got sick, you’d feel pretty bad.

So you grabbed the umbrella and walked into the rain. He smiled, sticking his wet body against you.

“Hi. Finally decided to join me?”