It was a rainy day, just like I like them, the air being so fresh it makes my nose turn to a light shade of pink, some people running to their car and either laughing or cursing through their breath. It was a rainy day when I saw him for the first time, when I saw him sitting across the room, his eyes down that small black book of his, all alone. it was a rainy day when my eyes met those green, cold and full of darkness eyes.