Just as expected, it's pelting down right now. Kenji has just arrived. I have an umbrella in my hand, quickly making my way through the onslaught of rain to his car. He slides out of the car and stands right beside me, his head hitting the canopy of the umbrella, so I stretch my arm a bit more before we make our way to the front door. He absentmindedly puts his hand on my shoulder as if keeping me away from the rain and pulling me closer to him. I focus on our way, concealing my shock.
I can't believe I'm this close to the man who openly loathes me for some reason. Kenji is the most handsome and charismatic of his cousins, and his strong Italian accent that comes every time he speaks in English adds to his charisma, making me want to listen to him talk all day if only his attitude was the
