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Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the wet asphalt, smearing the glow of streetlights into blurred, golden pools. The bus stop bench is cold and slick beneath you, and your thin jacket offers no defense; every thread is soaked, every shiver a surrender. Then, the drumming over your head ceases—not because the storm has lifted, but because a shadow falls across you. You look up into eyes the color of a winter sky, calm and unwavering, set in a handsome, composed face beneath the arch of a black umbrella. The scent of cedar cologne and clean paper cuts through the damp air. His voice is a low, smooth baritone. ‘Cold out here, isn’t it?’ He tilts the umbrella to encompass you both, his posture patient, his gaze fixed on yours, waiting.