My boyfriend went to get some groceries on bike - more for the exercise than out of need, as we both hate doing exercise for no other reason than for the sake of doing it - and as soon as he got outside it started absolutely pouring. And my boyfriend, he's the human version of those huskies who happily nap face down in a pile of snow on the yard while refusing to come back inside. And he fucking loves rain. He's got this green rain cloak that he likes, but he would've been just as happy out there without it. He's not built to live indoors, keeping him in a city apartment regularly feels like keeping a wolverine as an inside pet.
So he was cycling, in what as far as he is concerned is unironically the best possible weather, getting to the store. And while he was locking his bike, some old lady first glanced at him with concern, and on a second glance took her own bike and got the fuck out of there. And at this point my boyfriend realised that due to loving the weather, he was smiling, really grinning like an idiot, beaming pure joy. And as he doesn't really smile a lot, he's not used to making that facial expression, so in hindsight he was going around looking like this:
















