It started with mere drizzles and lightning, and then gradually the rain became heavy.
I had been trying to read for the last two hours, but somehow I managed to remain on page three. The words were sliding off my eyes, and I couldn't recall anything I had read.
Literally, I was turning the pages of the book over, while my mind wandered off.
A knock sounded against my door, the same time thunder struck. My eyes lingered on it and I mumbled “come in.”
Nate walked in, clad in a grey suite.
“Hey.” I mumbled, sitting upright. “You're back early.”
He nodded and walked fully into the room, sitting on the edge of my bed. “The rain.”
“Oh,” I mumbled, my gaze fixed on my fingers as they trembled against my thighs.
“You're reading.” He observed and I nodded. “What's the title?”
“It's a Spa
