The rain poured relentlessly as you and Simon sprinted toward the metro, dodging puddles and ducking under whatever cover you could find. Water soaked through your clothes, but you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as droplets splashed your face.

“How can anyone hate the rain?” you shouted over the downpour, the grin on your face wide.

Simon, running beside you, glanced your way, his soaked mask making his expression impossible to read. He pushed wet strands of hair out of his eyes and dramatically groaned, nearly slipping on the slick sidewalk.

“OH GOD, THEY TRYIN’ TO DROWN ME IN THIS HO- I CANNOT SEE!” he yelled, throwing his arms up as if the sky itself was out to get him.