The downpour had come unexpectedly. She had not been dressed for the occasion and so had to find the nearest shelter.

The nearest shelter was by sheer coincidence a bus stop. And so she hurried there an excitable Totodile following right behind her.

By the time she found cover, her dark blue jacket, matching pants, and shoes were drenched and though all items of her attire fought valiantly she could feel the water seeping through. But at least the Totodile seemed to have fun in the rain as it stayed just at the edge and felt the nice sensation of water upon its scale

Her eyes fell upon the woman that already occupied the bench there. She beamed the woman a smile "The rain caught you too, huh?" though she got the impression she may be too tired to talk with a stranger this late at the night.

It seemed she had been wrong, or perhaps her jovial smile had awoken some tidbits of energy within the woman. Either way, she gratefully accepted the invitation to sit down. Though she made sure that there was enough space between the two that the wetness of her clothes would not seep from the bench and onto the other woman.

“Yeah. If I didn’t know any better, I’d even be inclined to assume my friend there responsible.” The Totodile stopped dead in its tracks, surprise smeared on its face as if it had just been caught with its hands in the cookie jar.

“Though unless he has learned Rain Dance without my knowledge... Then I am afraid I can’t even blame him for it.” She waved dismissively towards the Totodile. It sighed in relief and continued its little enjoyment of the weather.

“But joking aside. What are those people at the Weather Institute good for, if they can’t even predict rain like this?” Cathrine said trying to keep the conversation going.

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The Totodile hid a reptilian blush as Vivan remarked upon the strength it was sure to have when it evolved. Luckily the rain was sure to hide it.

“I suppose you are right,” Cathrine said. The deflection didn’t go unnoticed by Cathrine. Perhaps taking a dig at the weather institute hadn’t been the right call. Moving on then.

“Hmmm perhaps.” She looked towards Totodile thoughtfully. “I am not a fan of the rain, especially not when I am caught in it.” A chuckle escaped her. “Oh no, I’d rather the water stay in the clouds or the oceans.” But she knew such a request was unreasonable.

“Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Cathrine, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss?”


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