stronger

Namjoon quickened his pace, hearing a rumble of thunder above him. He cursed under his breath and rushed over the wet sidewalk, feeling his shoe fill with water as he stepped into a puddle.

It started to rain again. The wind rose and fell, and he stopped briefly, hearing something like a phone ringing. After a moment, Namjoon continued toward the phone booth, breaking into a run. He got in and shut the door hard behind him. Digging in his pockets for change, he found enough and shoved them into the slot. He picked up the phone and dialed the number. The rain started to fall almost sideways, blowing onto the glass.

"This number has been disconnected."