A Chance of Rain [A Quick One][Archive] (Patreon)

I saw her sitting by herself at the patio of the cafe.  Usually a bustling area, today it was mostly empty, probably on account of the fact that the air had taken a bit of a chill.  Clouds were closing in and it looked like it was going to rain soon.  This didn't seem to phase her though.  She sat there, a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in  the other.  She stared off into the street, either focusing on something that I couldn't see myself, or on nothing at all.

Normally, I wouldn't have cared.  Any other day I’d likely just look back at my phone and get distracted by some news story.  But there was something about this girl that I just couldn't let go of as I watched her from my own table inside.  Was it the flowery white dress she wore, looking so juvenile that I wondered if it was actually a child's dress?  Or was it that look of smug confidence on her adorable face?

I got up, went outside, and approached her table.

"It looks like it's going to rain," I said.  "Are you sure you want to be out here for that?"

"A little rain never hurt anyone," she said with a sly smile.  She never actually turned her head to look at me though.

"You'd get your pretty dress all wet.  You don't want that, do you?"

She finally turned to me and her smile widened, looking almost sinister.  She slowly looked down with eyes, leaving her head stationary and facing me.  I didn't follow at first, but the second time she did it, I followed her eyes with mine, so that I was looking into her lap.  At first I saw nothing, but then my eye caught something.

A trickle of liquid, spiraling down her leg and onto the cement below.  The stream increased, and suddenly, drips and drops were cascading off of her seat from beneath her bottom, saturating the bottom of her dress as it puddled on the ground.

"I think I'll be okay with it," she finally said.

She stood up, and left her table behind without another word, cigarette still in hand.  I watched her disappear down the street with her soaked, slightly yellowed, dress clinging tightly to her skin with no care on her part whatsoever.

And I was in love.