Disclaimer: All persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Unless of course, you find yourself relating to the teenage boy in this work and realise that you very much resemble each other in appearance and events then please, for the love of everything that is good in the world, please reach me here ; thank you very much.
She stood up, her sweaty palm and fingers gripping the card. She took a deep breath, and stepped into the rain. Within seconds her hair matted to her face and her shoulders were shiny with rain. She looked down at the card and saw it was drizzled here and there with raindrops, she wiped the card on her shirt.
The sky was a dark grey, casting a gloomy look on everyone and everything. Everyone was either huddled under white mesh umbrellas waiting for the rain to hold up, or queueing in one of the food lines. The girl with the rain-washed hair on the other hand had no caution against the rain, on the contrary she loved standing in the rain and getting drenched; she also had no appetite or patience to wait in the food lines like the rest. The only thing that mattered to her at the moment was giving the card over.
Her face was serious with determination, her footsteps causing little splashes of water here and there in puddles in the now dark grey concrete. Her breathing was gradually unsteady with slight nerves. Otherwise, she felt determined and ready. She saw him, standing by the white railings with the same two boys she saw earlier. He stood there lanky, and pale with a teal rain-stained t-shirt and cargo shorts. He looked far more attractive than she remembered, his jet black hair sticking to the sides of his face from the rain. He was facing sideways away from her when she approached. She didn't hesitate, she didn't think once of the consequences that would come, she didn't mind that by this point she was completely drenched in rain and her hair was beginning to curl at the ends giving her a shaggy look. She stepped forward and lightly touched his arm, he didn't respond the first time but she tapped his forearm twice this time, slightly rougher trying to get his attention.