“Maybe I should have Ria erase our memories of this.”

Bell throws her head back and laughs at Cross’ attempt at a joke. Putting a hand to his chest, he feigns a hurt expression.

“It wasn’t that bad,” she says, trying to sugarcoat the experience they both just had.

“Don’t downplay it. My reservation skills are at an all time low,” he sulks.

Their steps, in line with one another, echo in the empty street, a slight breeze chilling them. It is relatively peaceful. Just the glow from the overhead street lights to guide them.

“Well you did make one. Just for a different day,” she points out, unsure if that helps his self esteem or worsens it.

Getting to the small Italian restaurant, Cross so proudly stated his name and the time he set the reservation. It all came crashing down when the hostess couldn’t find his name. Then for the reveal that he selected the wrong day.

Bell didn’t care, but she knew he did.

“Then my car broke down and we both had to push it to the side of the road,” he continues.

That wasn’t the greatest time, she will admit. It makes her internally wince just thinking about the physical effort that took. And for having to leave his car on the side of the road.

While they live in a safe area, one never knows. It made both of them uncomfortable leaving it there, but they had to abandon the vehicle to get back.

“That’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known. And your telekinesis isn’t strong enough to push the car.”

“With no car and no phone chargers, our phones died. So now we have to walk two miles back home,” he finishes the story, walking backwards, throwing his arms up.

Bell will admit when he puts it like that, it doesn’t sound too good.

“Yeah, not the best time, but it’s a fun story,” she tries again. She’s not used to seeing Cross so upset about something. Normally, he is a laidback guy. The only times she has seen him fired up was when she told him about her mom swiping their memories of being soulmates and when the school implemented the dampening cuffs.

And that last one didn’t really affect them. Sometimes Bell forgets she even has these new powers. But it really messed with their friends, particularly Lou.

“You’re just trying to be nice,” he grumbles, though with a hint of acceptance of what she said. So progress.

Grabbing his hand, she swings their joined hands in between them. “If everything went well, where’s the adventure in that?”

He looks up at the dark sky thoughtfully. It’s a cloudy night. The moon shines through the thin veil but not the stars.

“True,” he agrees.

“You know this date can still end well,” she proposes slyly, staring straight ahead, trying to act nonchalant.

A grin grows on his face, his grip on her hand tightening. “Oh? How so?”

“Well…” she draws out, teasingly, “I always wanted a cinematic rain scene.”

As she suggests that, the clouds darken slightly to her will. Particularly above them.

“Like when the couple kiss in the rain?” He teases, using her hand to twirl her around to face him.

His arms wrap around her waist, hers on his chest. She’s never felt as safe as she does with him. She never thought having a soulmate was in the cards for her. But she never doubted he would be in her life. Now she has both. Cross as her soulmate.

Her response doesn’t come verbally. Tilting her head up, a light sprinkle of raindrops twinkle in the moonlight.

They almost looks like tiny stars, falling around them.

Feeling his hair get matted down but not soaked, he laughs, a full body laugh.

He picks her up, spinning Bell around. Her hands clutch his shoulders as she squeals at his movement. Water whipped from her hair as he spun her.

The raindrops streaked down their faces, but it didn’t dampen their spirits.

When he sets her down, they have matching smiles.

Bell gets her rain kiss.

In her opinion, it was the best date ever.

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(What’s your favorite rain kiss from a TV show or movie? When I wrote this one, I was thinking of the one in High School Musical: The Musical: The Series with Gina and Ricky.

Next one in this series will be about Lou! It will take a bit because I’m still writing it.)