Masked by the hood of your impractical umbrella, rain drips from the tip of your nose. You smile at me, like a child that’s just gotten into something that’s scold-worthy. I hand you your coffee, sleeve darkening with rain and you lean in to say. “Of all the days with you, the rainy ones are my favorite.”
I know. I know. Listen no excuses. I’ve been working like a dog. I will give you and all my other lovely readers an update soon! Even if it’s short.
*looks at clock