𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

☁️𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐☁️

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢:

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Y/n took a job as a Barista in Brighton to get away from the busy streets of London, rent is steep so she has to split it with her roommate Tatem and it doesn't have the best heating, or WIFI, or anything really.
Life was dismal at best, until him.
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Torrential rain poured down in icy sheets like needles. The wind didn't howl, it screamed. The rain wasn't falling: it was driven. The trees didn't sway, they creaked, bent and moaned as their limbs were ripped away and their leaves became not confetti, but ammunition in the gale.
A car came out of nowhere and drove right through a puddle that was doing a very good impression of a miniature lake. I was jolted out of my daydreams, dazed and drenched to the bone.
Great.
Now I had to spend the entire day like this. The added weight of the water was enough to drop my emotions to a new low. I packed my umbrella away; no need for that, now that I'm soaked.
This storm was considered one of the worst to hit Britain in a long time. Warnings were sent across the whole country ensuring everyone was prepared, it was my luck that I was caught in the middle of it.
I crossed the street to my apartment complex and trudged up the stairs in my heavy, water filled boots, silently seething.

I walked into my living room, taking a seat on the couch and listening to the harsh assault on my windows. It was as if god had found a new dial on the weather machine to create havoc.
I opened my eyes to see the cracked white ceiling above me and I sighed.
My shift drained the energy from my body, I was reluctant to rise from the seat and move to my room, there seemed no point since no one but me was home anyways.

Any hope of rest flickered out like the lights moments after I stood, I should've expected the power wouldn't hold out long in a storm like this.

Peeling the drenched clothes off my body was my first task, collapsing into bed followed soon after, I could always shower tomorrow, it was the weekend.

-Time skip-

There has never been a day where I wake to the sun streaming through my blinds or to the melodious sound of birds singing and today was no exception. My window looked thoroughly battered, much like how I felt, from the rain and the glass was covered in a thin layer of condensation which I wiped away in a feeble effort to clear it up.

I flicked my light switch three times, after nothing happened each time my brain caught up, remembering the power was out.

A small yellow note stuck to my door gave me a new sense of dread, I'd have to go food shopping as my roommate was stuck in classes all day.
Fuck.
Walking to the bus stop, my shoes are soon soaked; with each step I take, I feel a puddle of water move beneath my feet.

The rain hurls itself violently on the pavement and my hair is dripping with ice-cold raindrops that increase with every step I take. The numbing effect of the icy downpour is finally setting in and the store is looking less like a shop and more like a warm refuge as I near it.

My feet move quickly as I run down the road, ignoring the splash back I receive from the puddles.

Finally, I step through the doors and pull my umbrella down. I should probably buy a new one, considering how drenched I am.

Many people looked sympathetically to me, being in a similar situation themselves, it was a small, stupid thing to share but being equally depressed about the rain and soaked after a storm was something that bonded random strangers in Britain.

I grabbed a trolley and walked down the aisles, grabbing pasta, soup and other various canned goods to stock up. I chucked a couple of cereal boxes in, found a new umbrella, took the last few blankets on sale and made my way to the cold food section.
I strayed from my trolley for a moment to reach for a bottle of vodka propped up on a shelf and checked it, humming to myself.

10 minutes or so later I was heading to the checkout, quickly pausing to text and ask if my roommate needed anything else.

I had to take off my coat as the frozen fabric did nothing to help my shivering, i was made painfully aware how cold I really was when I ran a hand through my hair and the simple act caused my arms to seize up and shake.
"Fucking- why didn't I bring another coat."

My phone lit up with my roommates simple reply of 'nah, thanks tho' and I swear I could've reached through the phone and killed her, she owed me big time for making me go out in this weather.

I looked to my right and was practically blinded by a light yellow hoodie dropping a carton of milk.
"Shit-"

"The hoodie speaks." I mumbled
Apparently, he heard that.
He turned to me, hair and hoodie soaked just as lovingly as mine and smiled.

Time was rendered irrelevant.
Soft brown eyes stared into my own and I could swear there was a light pink blush dusted on his cheeks.
My previous expression dropped and was replaced with something between awe and embarrassment. Neither one of us broke eye contact and I found myself starting to smile too.

Soon, the moment ended and he reached to retrieve the carton from the floor, placing it with care back into his trolley.

Then, he looked back to me:
"The hoodie speaks?"
I lightly huffed and swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Just a... bright hoodie. I guess."
"You look freezing." He tilted his head to the side.

"I had to walk here."
"This may sound forward but, I could drive you home if you want."
Contrary to popular belief, I am not an idiot. I know about stranger danger and all that but refusing his offer was
impossible, I was shivering half to death and didn't think about carrying my bags home before I'd grabbed all these items.

"If it isn't any trouble."
"None." He sheepishly smiled.
It was like we were caught in a trance, there was hardly a pause between replies and the duration of our conversation was spent in direct eye contact with one another.

I'll admit it, this guy is cute.

n𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛/ 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍
✔︎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛/ 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜- 1117