Later that evening, feeling a little nervous, Tristan knocked on Rain’s door.
Rain had asked for half an hour to get ready, and Tristan had given him an hour. He knocked again and waited for a few seconds and then cracked the door open. “Rain?” he called out.
“Come in!”
Tristan stepped into the entrance, but couldn’t get the door open all the way because of the pile of sneakers and boots behind it.
Rain came walking up. “Hello there,” he said. His blond hair was wet and the scent of soap hung in the dusty air. He wore dark pink skinny jeans and a blue T-shirt with Cookie Monster’s face on it.
The sight of him made Tristan’s day. “Funny you should be wearing that T-shirt,” he said, pointing to the blue monster. “I spent the afternoon baking cookies. Two hundred of them, actually.”
Rai
