They didn't make it to the dance. They got better. 💖

The smell of fresh asphalt in the rain and engine exhaust was bringing back so many memories for them.

The splatter of raindrops was like applause all around, and soon it didn't matter how garbled the music from the phone speakers was. 🥰

This one is a thousand-year-old-coma stunning!

How the string lights weave a two-layer halo in the air under the awning! How the wiring of the lights are duct taped neatly to the overhang! How the downpour supplies the conditions for that glowing display! How the rust lining around the door frames convey the venerable age of the vehicle! How the small plate-like object on the overturned climbing-aid container, that could be a still-lit phone, suggests the rainy dance was a spontaneous endeavor! How they two had been prepared for the wet and damp with their choice of footwear!

And the two are always gel so well together, even if Jen is often surly and subdued, and Huw is a walking fusion generator!