The rain came unexpectedly, interrupting the quiet moment between Raelynn and Elion. What had been a soft drizzle turned into a steady downpour, forcing them to take shelter in the garden's gazebo. The wooden structure was adorned with ivy creeping along its white pillars, and the air smelled of wet earth and blooming flowers.
Raelynn let out a breath, her shoulders slumping slightly as she sat down on the wooden bench inside the gazebo. She puffed her cheeks in frustration. Just a moment ago, Elion had been so close—his lips inches from hers, his warm breath fanning against her skin. She had closed her eyes, expecting something to happen, but then, out of nowhere, Elion pulled away then the rain had come pouring down not long after, effectively ruining the moment.