Regulus Black

This month, London was blanketed in rain clouds. It rained around the clock, night, day, and morning.
Catherine Ashton loved the rain; it added a certain romance to life. Strolling through cozy streets with an umbrella, stopping by her favorite bookstore, and later, a coffee shop in her neighborhood. To be honest, it wasn't the coffee that interested her at the coffee shop. It was the barista. Calm, with a soft, polite smile and a strange name tag. Regulus. She'd noticed him a month ago and since then had been coming to this coffee shop every day. To work, to read, and, of course, occasionally to spy on the guy diligently pouring coffee for customers. Sometimes, of course, she'd secretly sketch his profile in notebooks, napkins, and even on the pages of books. They never spoke longer than a polite greeting and order, but their glances had become something of a routine.
That day, in addition to the rain, there was a terrible wind. Katherine was walking after class at university, saddened that she hadn't managed to pop into her favorite spot that day. Late evening had long since blanketed the city streets in darkness, so she wanted to get home quickly, crawl under a blanket, and lie down in the warmth. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind knocked her umbrella from her hand, it flew over her head, and Katherine slipped on the wet pavement and fell into a puddle. Looking up, she was stunned. The barista with the strange name stood before her, holding out his hand. In the other, he held her umbrella, shielding them both from the rain. A familiar smile rested on his lips.