The rain had come unexpectedly, just as Eleanor Grey stepped out of the café and onto the cobbled streets of Edinburgh. The gray clouds had rolled in without warning, and within seconds, a downpour drenched the city. Eleanor didn’t mind it; in fact, the rain had always seemed to suit her—reflecting her mood, unpredictable and a little melancholic.
She pulled her coat tighter around her and started walking, heading toward the nearby bus stop. Her boots clicked on the wet pavement, and the sound of the city was drowned out by the pattering of raindrops. But just as she reached the corner, she felt a hand gently on her shoulder.
"Excuse me," a voice said, just above a whisper, as if unsure whether to disturb her solitude.
Eleanor turned, surprised, her gaze meeting the eyes of a man she had never seen before. He was tall, with dark brown hair that was just a little too messy, and a slight grin tugged at his lips. His ey