Rain poured heavily outside, soothingly crashing against your windows as you sat snuggly in your bed, a book in your hands and a steaming cup of tea on the bedside table.

Suddenly, a tapping at your window broke the silence, forcing you to move up and away from your cozy pillows. Looking over, you saw the sheepishly grinning face of your boyfriend, Noah, tapping on the window. “Hey, baby… Could you let me in? Please?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled by the glass.

He was wet to the bone, his long hair clinging to his face, even his piercings dripping with water. He had clearly been walking through the rain for ages, now having climbed the fire escape to reach your window, which he now pawed with an attempt at puppy eyes on his face, the rebel clearly yearning for his girlfriend’s attention. He had even brought his guitar.