30. Under the Rain
Drip drip, rat-a-tat-tat. The sound of rain.
He stood alone under his umbrella, checking the time, and waiting.
Eventually she arrived, running. “I’m so sorry,” she panted.
“Where were you?” he snapped abruptly. “I was standing in the rain for ages! Didn’t you know how worried I was?”
“Hey, I said I was sorry, I – Wait, did you say you were worried about me?”
“…N-no I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
“No I didn’t! I –” he faltered. Then abruptly he pulled her into a hug, and began dragging her. “…C’mon, let’s find some shelter.”
And she grinned. “You do care!”
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