I run down the street towards my favorite cafe. I had gotten caught in the rain, gradually growing into a storm. The rain soaked my hair and clothes as my shoes squelched between quickened steps.

Tension falls from my shoulders as I reach the door. People sit, chatting and dining as if the world outside didn’t exist.

I head to the bathroom quickly as my shoes squeak on the gorgeous, wood floors. Reaching the bathroom, I finally see myself in the mirror. Makeup running, hair stuck to my forehead with the appearance of a drowned rat.

I attempt to squeeze myself under the hand dryer, hoping to dry enough to where my jeans are no longer glued to my legs.

Getting as dry as I can, I head back and sit in the closest seat available. I look around, taking in the coziness, feeling the warmth from the small heater placed behind me.