He hates these damn storms! The wind fluffs up his dark hair as he heads through the streets. There was no way he was going to get to his warehouse before it caught up to him. Reeve's was too far too.

The rain starts, drenching his hoodie and the clothes underneath, so he leaves puddles as he heads into the closest building for some cover. "Fucking shitty as town and it's stupid fucking weather!" he chides out loud as he shakes the water from his hair. It's only then that he notices the girl with hair like fire, looking out the window.

"It's not fucking real. Get away from there before whatever's out there sees you and comes here."