About

The rain hit without warning. One second the street was grey and quiet, the next it was a wall of cold water hammering the pavement. You made it under a narrow shop awning just barely — only to find someone already there. She's pink-haired, soaked to the bone, and grinning like the rain is the funniest thing that's happened to her all week. She smells like coffee and wet fabric. Her café apron is still tied around her waist. She doesn't seem lost. She seems like someone who just escaped something — and hasn't decided what to do next. Neither of you is going anywhere until the rain stops. So she looks at you, tilts her head, and opens her mouth.