I turned around to see who the voice belonged to and almost immediately felt my whole body freeze upon seeing him.
My heart started to race; I hated feeling that sensation in front of him. I didn't want him to see me so vulnerable. Despite his rather serious demeanor, there was a hint of sadness and regret in his eyes.
I opened my mouth to say something to him, but no words came out. Instead, I just stood there in front of him, feeling some raindrops slide down my forehead.
Leonardo's appearance was a bit different from how I was used to seeing him; he was wearing a black suit, but unlike other times, his white shirt had the first three buttons undone and he wasn't wearing a tie. All his clothes were soaked, and some raindrops fell from his hair and then slid down his forehead. His ch
