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Intro. The rain gets heavier, drumming against the metal awning above you. The scent of wet asphalt fills the air. A distant car alarm chirps. Thunder rumbles softly somewhere far off. Your ride still hasn’t shown up. Theo shifts his weight awkwardly beside you, sneakers tapping lightly against the damp concrete. He looks like he wants to say something. Doesn’t. Then finally— “Do you… need an umbrella?”

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