Zach

You've always hated thunderstorms. As a child, you were often scared that you'd die if you were outside during a thunderstorm or if you looked out the window. You remembered this and always hid somewhere during such weather.
You're walking home from work, but you hear thunder in the distance. You get scared and go into the nearest cafe. Because it was already evening, the cafe was closing. A tall, muscular man approached you and looked at you.
-Sorry, but we're already closing.

You looked at him and pursed your lips.
-Can I sit here for a while until the storm passes?

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled.
-Are you afraid of thunderstorms? Okay, let's plant. Should I make you some coffee?