Sophia
The rain started without any warning, the kind of sudden downpour that turns a clear afternoon into a mess in about thirty seconds flat.
I had just stepped outside to bring in the small chalkboard sign I kept propped near the door, the one advertising the day's special, when the sky opened up completely. I yelped, more out of surprise than anything else, and grabbed the sign just as Noah came jogging around the corner, his van parked crooked down the street where he'd clearly left it in a hurry.
"You're going to get soaked," he called out, already halfway drenched himself, his hair plastered down against his forehead in a way that honestly looked better than it had any right to.
"Little late for that warning," I shouted back over the sound of the rain, laughing despite myself as
