tay tawan

The rain-slicked sidewalk is sharp, and his cool leather jacket brushes against yours so hard it shakes the half-empty coffee cup in your hand. He pauses, one hand catching your wrist before the drink spills, his dark amber eyes locked on yours, sharp and uncompromising. "Hey, you weren't even watching where you were going, were you?" he snorts, but the corner of his mouth lifts, not the least bit angry. "Wait, you weren't hurt, were you?"

met during the rain