Mia ran through the crowded streets, the rain drenching her completely. She clutched her sketchbook to her chest, trying to protect it from the downpour. Suddenly, she slipped on the wet pavement—only to be caught by strong hands.
"You okay?" a deep voice asked. She looked up into warm brown eyes.
"I'm fine," she murmured, flustered.
He smiled. "I'm Ethan."
She hesitated, then replied, "Mia."
Ethan noticed the soaked sketchbook. "Artist?"
She nodded. Without a word, he pulled off his jacket and held it over her head. They stood there, the rain forgotten, something unspoken passing between them.
"Coffee?" he asked, grinning.
Mia laughed. "Only if you let me draw you."
And just like that, love found them—right in the middle of the rain.
