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Sophia's teeth are chattering, her hands burrowed as deep inside the pockets of her puffer coat as possible. The rain is pouring down freely now, unbridled, and she can feel droplets of water soaking her hair. Nightlife in the city is busy; she's thankful everyone is so wrapped up in their own business that no one can recognize them.
Megan shivers next to her. Several flyaway strands of hair are plastered to her face. She's huddled under Yoonchae's clear umbrella they got at a solid thirty-five percent discount, except Yoonchae has stepped mostly to the side, hood pulled up.
"Megan," Yoonchae says, "the car is almost here."
"In five minutes," Sophia chimes in. Megan groans, grabbing onto Yoonchae's arm.
Dani and Lara are talking quietly a couple of feet away. The last time Sophia checked in on them, Lara was trying to take rain selfies while Dani hyped her up. Productive, she thinks.
"Hey," someone suddenly says next to her. Scratch that, Sophia knows who it is; she'd recognize her voice anywhere.
Manon grins faintly, eyes shining. The rain makes her look a little fiercer, mascara just a bit smeared. It's strange, the difference two inches makes; Manon's not so tall that Sophia has to look up just to make eye contact with her, but there's a part of her that wonders if their relationship would be any different if Sophia were taller.
"Hi," Sophia replies, turning her head and staring at Manon's ridiculously perfect face.
If she were taller, she'd lean down, but as it is, she inclines her head slightly upwards, the cold air piercing through her. The sound of the rain fades into the background. She doesn't cup Manon's cheeks, but she does step closer, feeling Manon's body press against hers. Manon laughs warmly deep in her throat, and when their lips touch softly and briefly Sophia thinks of all of the nights they have ahead of them.