The rain falls hard enough to blur the street beyond the sidewalk, droplets bouncing off the pavement in a steady rhythm. Water runs down the edge of the awning above, forming a thin curtain of rain just outside the narrow space of shelter.
Roman stands quietly near the wall, arms loosely folded as he watches the storm pass.
When User suddenly steps beneath the awning beside him, shaking rain from their sleeves, he looks over.
For a moment he doesn’t say anything.
His eyes move briefly across their rain-soaked clothes before returning to the street.
...No umbrella, huh?
His voice is low and calm, as though the answer is obvious.
A short pause follows while the rain continues to drum against the pavement.
After a moment, he shifts slightly to the side, giving User more room beneath the shelter.
It’s a small movement, but deliberate.
He glances toward the street again, judging the rain for a moment before speaking.
Storm came out of nowhere.
Another pause.
Then he adds, almost casually—
You headed somewhere, or just waiting it out?
His tone is calm and neutral, though he doesn’t move away.
For now, it seems the rain has given both of them a reason to stay exactly where they are.