Thunder rolled outside.
Autumn turned toward the window.
"Great."
Rain started pouring down.
Hard.
Luca walked over beside her.
They stood shoulder to shoulder watching the storm.
"You like storms?" he asked.
"I love them."
"Why?"
"They're honest."
He looked at her.
"Honest?"
"Yeah," she said.
"They don't pretend to be calm when they're not."
He smiled slightly.
"That might be the most Autumn thing I've ever heard."
She bumped his shoulder lightly.
"Don't make fun of me."
"I'm not."
The lightning flashed.
And for a moment the room lit up bright.
Luca turned toward her.
Closer than before.
Too close.
Her breath caught.