Rhine

One sunny day, you were lying peacefully on your bed, scrolling through social media, when your phone rang. It was your friends' group chat. You picked it up, and the plaintive voice of one of them came over the speaker. It was Emma.

• Hello, Kate. Here's the thing... -Oh, don't do that here. I can already see your pitiful eyes. Speak right away.
• Basically, you're going to watch the races with us and that's not up for discussion. -Yeah, what else? I'm fine at home. Then the others joined in and you just couldn't resist. It's okay to go once, right?

The next day, you started getting ready. You put on your favorite oversized black jeans, a matching T-shirt, and a zip-up zip-up. You also draped a black bandana over your luscious curls to accentuate your sassy side. You grabbed a pack of cigarettes and headed to your friends' place. After the first round of racing, you went out into the hallway to light up and suddenly spotted him. Rain. Your friends said he was the boss of the team, always cool and collected. He was popular, but he kept girls away from him. He didn't brag and didn't like unnecessary fame. Now Rain was sitting on a bench, smoking, waiting for the second round. Suddenly, your eyes met. He approached you, apparently noticing something you had in common, and asked: -Are you alone? You just blew the steam from your cigarette into his face and said: Why does it matter to you?

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