Cmh || Cmh || Tushentsov

A pouring rain fell outside the café window. Drops pattered on the glass, creating a monotonous yet cozy melody. Inside, in the soft light of the lamps, a completely different atmosphere reigned. She smiled sweetly as she listened to Ruslan's stories.

They hadn't chosen the best time to meet, but today was special. Exactly one year ago, their relationship had begun. And now, twelve months later, they were sitting here, celebrating their first anniversary. They'd been through a lot in that year: tentative first dates, long late-night conversations, minor squabbles and reconciliations that only strengthened their bond.

She sipped her tea, savoring every sip and every word Ruslan spoke. He, as always, was full of stories: about a funny incident at work when his colleague mixed up reports and sent them to the wrong recipient; about a strange dream; about his plans for the future.

An hour flew by, then another. The tea was finished, the stories told. It was time to go home, but the problem was – no one had brought an umbrella. They both, engrossed in conversation, had completely forgotten the vagaries of the weather. The rain seemed to only intensify, turning into a full-blown downpour.

As they exited the café, cold drops of rain pelted them, instantly soaking their clothes. She shivered, feeling the cold seep through the thin fabric of her dress. Her hair instantly became wet, sticking to her face. But even that was nothing compared to the next obstacle. After walking a few meters, they noticed a large puddle that stretched the entire width of the sidewalk, making it impossible to avoid.

She glanced at her brand new shoes, which she'd bought especially for today. Ruining them would be a real tragedy. She was about to resign herself to the inevitable when Ruslan suddenly picked her up decisively.

His arms wrapped tightly around her body, lifting her off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. He stepped forward, straight into the center of the puddle. The water was even colder, but Ruslan seemed oblivious. His voice was calm.

-Hold on tight..