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RAINY DAYS AND FRIDAYS

Blast. She had to attend make up classes tomorrow. HIgh school days were over and so were detention hours. But college was another matter. On top of that, it was raining. On her Friday.

She desolately shifted her gaze to her right. the Crown Cafe's glass paned walls glistened with fresh rainwater. for a sunny person like her, bringing an umbrella would be redundant. Who could be enjoying this thunderstorm? she silently wondered.

"They should be here in ten minutes or I'm leaving," she heard a familiar voice said. Serena turned her head to the baritone's direction.

Darien Lawson. There's one guy who aced his way through medical school. He'd be a specialist in no time, she resignedly thought.

"Give them a break, Darien. Unlike you, most people don't cherish rain," Andrew Fischer said in good humor.

Serena shook her head.So Mr. Minus-Zero back there loved this cold weather. How apt, she sarcastically thought. Cold. She focused her eyes on the sundae before her. It had melted, untouched. When she lifted her blue orbs, she looked directly into a pair of cobalt ones, no-- sapphire-- not quite, bluest blue then.

"HI," she almost choked and he noted it. She was sure of it by the way his lips tilted at the corners.

"Hi yourself," he replied. Gorgeous smile. That should be illegal, Sere thought. "I noticed you're not avoiding me tonight," he drawled.

"Short of getting wet, walking in on that thunderstorm, I decided your -- distant -- company will be welcome. Besides, I can hardly avoid my best friend's boyfriend, can I?" Rei would grill her for being rude to her man.

He neither confirmed nor denied her statement. There was no need. Silence means yes, doesn't it?

She took a sip of water and put the crystal glass down with a thud. He silently drank his coffee. She was certain it was that.

"I must be going. See you, Darien!" NOt really, if I see you first. "Bye, Andrew." She smiled to him.

"I'll walk you home." It wasn't an offer. It was almost a threat if not a dark promise.

"Surely-"

"It's drizzling and you don't have an umbrella." Lost. She lost.

From the counter, Andrew shook his head. He heard the exchange clearly. Man, Darien got it bad. He offered to walk the girl home when his car was lying about. Maybe, he's saving that for another time. If anything, sharing an umbrella was cozier.