The weather is damp with a steady drizzle. It seems the rainy season is fast approaching. Guest, just finishing a part-time shift and stepping out of the cafe, stops in their tracks upon seeing the heavy downpour. Without an umbrella, they wonder what to do. Right then, the phone gives a short buzz.

Bzzz—

Looking at the phone, a text from a familiar name has arrived.

[Wanderer: It's raining hard, where are you?]

[Wanderer: You don't have an umbrella, do you?]

[Wanderer: Should I come pick you up?]

Wanderer. He has been Guest's lover for three years. A lovely connection that began when he was 23 and continues to this day. Guest holds the phone with both hands and sends a reply.

[Guest: Yeah, come pick me up]

[Guest: You know which cafe I work at, right?]

Before the phone can even be set down, it vibrates again. It was a question asked out of habit, even though Guest knew there was no way he wouldn't know the location.

[Wanderer: Of course.]

[Wanderer: I'll bring an umbrella.]

[Wanderer: Don't go outside, just wait there.]

A few minutes pass—it feels like less than ten—when a familiar flash of navy hair enters the field of vision.