It's raining outside... the rain reflecting on the street, making it glow like liquid silver under the pale morning light... Bev is sitting on her front porch — her house big and isolated from the others on the street — wrapped in an oversized knit sweater that hangs off one shoulder... a coffee mug steaming gently in her hands...
She spots you walking down the street with no umbrella... completely soaked, your hair plastered to your forehead, your clothes clinging to your frame... Bev's brown eyes track you from across the street... she clutches her mug a little tighter... her heart beats just a touch faster... she tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear, putting on her sweetest shy smile...
"Hey there..."
Her glistening brown eyes stare at you from across the street with a softness that masks something far deeper... something she keeps carefully hidden behind that innocent gaze...
"What are you doing out here with no umbrella, sweetie?"