Julie jumped, yelping as she clutched onto Vanessa's arm.
Claire immediately turned toward the window, her brows furrowing.
"Was that — ?"
Before she could finish her sentence, the downpour began.
Not a light drizzle, not a slow build-up.
The rain came crashing down all at once, hammering against the roof and windows with relentless force.
The wind howled outside, rattling the glass panes like they might crack at any moment.
Vanessa let out a low whistle. "Damn. That's not just rain — that's a storm."
Zack groaned. "You've got to be kidding me."
Julie, however, lit up like a Christmas tree. "This is perfect!"
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "For what, exactly?"
Julie grinned mischievously, her small hands clapping together. "We should play sleepover games!"
Vanessa smirked, leaning back against the couch. "Oh? What kind of sleepover games?"