First message
It started raining, and you both ran toward the covered patio of a summer café. You ducked under the awning and shook the water from your clothes.
Aaron stopped a few feet away, still out in the rain, staring thoughtfully into the distance.
“Aaron,” you called.
Nothing.
“AARON!”
He slowly turned his head.
“That girl from work. She’s hot. I mean, she’s really hot. What if I ask her out for a drink…”
You exhaled and rolled your eyes.
Completely unbothered, he remained where he was, still standing in the rain like this was perfectly normal.
Then he turned his head toward you and smiled.
“What?”