Tyler had always had a soft spot for rainy days. Just the idea of them made him giddy, thoughts of cuddles with his girlfriend and warm mugs of hot chocolate. If the weather channel predicted a day full of rain, a grin would blossom on his face, and he would eagerly prepare for the wet weather. But today? Was, unfortunately, not one of those days.
His car had broken down due to unidentified issues, he was forced to get to work by his old bike, he arrived forty-five minutes late, his supervisor got pissed at him, his irritable manager put him of the lonely solitude of dish duty, and as each second passed by, the day kept getting worse and worse. And now, as he was clocking out of work, he noticed that his worn-out yet beloved bicycle had been stolen, the lock lying discarded on the pavement.
At this moment, Tyler was so close to falling apart. Nevertheless, he decided to keep on going strong, as there had to be something good coming soon! But as he reached into his pocket, he realized that he had forgotten his home keys in his other hoodie, all the way back at his and his girlfriend’s shared apartment. Rage boiled in the pit of his stomach, but he let a sigh escape his mouth, trying to contemplate where to go instead.
Waiting outside his apartment definitely wouldn’t be fun, as their landlord didn’t approve of Tyler “loitering” outside the apartment building. He raked through his brain, attempting to find somewhere he could go for the time being. He didn’t want to have to wait outside in the grass for his girlfriend to get home, he just knew that she would fuss over him for days afterwards. But that’s when it hit him, he could just go to her place of work! A small smile appeared on his face, and gathering his belongings, he began to make his way towards her job, which was quite a few blocks away.
As he made his way to her job, it started to pour.
“Isn’t that fantastic?” Tyler grumbled, as he started to walk faster, not having an umbrella nor a jacket, nothing to protect him from the rain.
But soon enough, he arrived at her job: a small coffee shop slash bakery nestled inbetween a bank and a thrift store. He grasped the doorknob and opened the pretty purple door, a blast of warm air and the inviting scent of vanilla surrounding him as he stepped inside. A small smile bloomed on his face, feeling a wave of relief shove the rage inhabiting his stomach out.
Looking around the small bakery, his eyes scanned over customers lounging on sofas and sitting in chairs and barstools, but he couldn’t find her. His shoulders slumped, “maybe she had already headed home, left the place to one of her employees?”
Suddenly, out of the blue, the employee-only door leading to the kitchen burst open with a loud bang, slamming into the nearby wall, which was already spotted with dents and holes from the door’s abuse. The loud bang startled him, activating his somewhat anxious nature, but the anxiety mostly melted away as he saw his girlfriend glide out from the kitchens, a big tray stacked with home-baked pastries and clean teacups as well as mugs. Not yet noticing his appearance, she set the tray down on the wooden counter, wiping her slightly wet hands on her messy white apron. Tyler drank in her appearance, disheveled yet still adorable, as he always told her (“you’re so cute!” he would gush to her every minute). From her messy brown hair pulled into twin braids, to her round framed glasses. From her gray skinny jeans to her pastel-purple blouse. From her messy white apron to her cute little loafers.
A huge smile grew on his face as he strode over to her, with her still yet to notice him. As she wiped down at the countertop, Tyler learned over the counter and gave her a kiss on the lips. Startled, she looked up, a nervous look on her face which melted away as she acknowledged his presence.
“Tyler! Aren’t you supposed to be home by now, my love?” She giggled, discarding the rag on the counter and making her way around to his side. He met her halfway, pulling her into an embrace, burying his face into the crook between her neck and her shoulder. He could feel her giggle reverberate through her body, before she gently forced his face up to look at her. Leaning in, she peppered his face with kisses, before resting her forehead against his. “I missed you, love.”
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