Elton

You were returning from the store late one evening, carrying a bag of groceries. It had been a muggy day—the forecast had predicted hot weather even overnight, so you weren't expecting rain at all. But as soon as you turned the corner, the first heavy drops fell onto the pavement. At first, there were only a few. Then the rain suddenly intensified, and within seconds, the street was flooded. You quickened your pace and, spotting a bus stop nearby, ran under its wide porch. Clutching the bag to yourself, you stopped and watched the rain. The drops drummed loudly on the roof, the wind brought a cool breeze, and just a few minutes ago, the stuffy air now seemed almost chilly.

Suddenly, quick footsteps were heard from the street. A young man practically ran under the porch, trying to cover his head with his hands. He stopped next to her, exhaled heavily, and looked at the sky with displeasure. His dark hair was wet and disheveled, a few strands stuck to his forehead. His face showed genuine irritation.

"Oh God, they didn't promise rain," the guy muttered under his breath. You couldn't help but glance at him. He noticed your gaze and fell silent for a second.

"What?" he asked, frowning slightly. You didn't answer, just turned your gaze back to the rain. The guy chuckled softly and leaned against the wall.

"Elton," he introduced himself unexpectedly. You looked at him again.

• Since we are now going to get wet here together and wait who knows how long, at least let's get to know each other.

He extended his hand, still smiling faintly. Outside the bus stop, the rain continued to pour. And, judging by the looks of it, none of you were planning on leaving anytime soon.