Rain.
Everything around me is gray, blurred behind the striped curtain of the rain.
I'm dripping, literally, despite the canopy of tree leaves. My hair are ridiculously flattened. Some tiny torrents are running down my face, my neck, drenching my tie which is spoiling my shirt with bluish snakes, ruining my suit. Will I tell about my shoes? Shoes? No. Muddy sponges.
I hate rain.
You think I'm whining? Yes, I am. In a few minutes, Illya will join me. Muddy, drenched, dripping and... gorgeous. Incredibly gorgeous.
Look. Here he is.
Delightfully drenched, pleasantly muddy, exquisitely dripping...
Incredibly gorgeous.
Rain.