It's All Started With The Rain

When I looked outside - it was already raining cat and dog.

I heard a loud knock on the front door. I ceased my eyebrow with suspicion. I don't even remember making a promise with anyone especially with this poor weather lately.

Using my left hand to straighten back my hair, I turned the knob around with the other hand.

I recognized the person who is standing in front of me with his hand in his front pocket jacket.

He nibbled on his lower lips and staring at me with his pair of warm brown eyes.

"Aren't you going to let me in? It's freaking freezing outside unless you want me turning into ice sculpture." He said in light voice.