A kiss in the rain.

Augustine chased after Charles, his long strides quickly closing the distance between them.

Just as his fingers were about to wrap around Charles's wrist, Charles spun on his heel with a teasing grin and took off in the opposite direction, laughing breathlessly as the rain drenched them both.

"What the hell, Charles?" Augustine called out with a breathless, playful growl, chasing after him through the pouring rain.

Charles darted toward Augustine's car, circling it with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his laughter echoing through the storm.

Augustine, unable to resist the teasing game, followed close behind, his wet clothes clinging to his body as he mirrored Charles's every move.

The sound of their laughter and footsteps splashing against the rain-soaked road filled the air.