Rain


"—if I had known it was going to rain tonight, I would have made it a lunch date."

Peter shook the bits of water clinging to his hair after removing his overcoat and hanging it on the coat stand. "Don't worry about it, Selina. It's fine." It wasn't that big of deal to him. But it did make him smirk as she, grumbling darkly about the rain, disappeared down the hall to retrieve a towel for him.

"Someone obviously hates the rain."