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It's raining in New York. Earlier, the sun smiled on the energetic city, but now it is raining, and there is no sign of letting up. The winds whip themselves into torrential frenzies against the windows, making the glass tremble and the wood foundation squeak, but it is safer inside, at least; inside, one may draw the curtains, curl up in a blanket, and pass the storm in a good book. This is what the man on the street wishes he were doing. Instead, he is holding an unwieldy black umbrella as he sloshes through puddle after puddle with soaked socks and shoes, cursing himself for staying later downtown than he should have with a storm on the horizon. But when a beautiful woman wanted "just a few more minutes" of fun on the town, what chance did he stand? Of course, he had lost track of her in the excitement, and though he's sure someone had called his name over the chaos of the crowd, she was gone when it parted and he's left to find his car alone. Parking is absurd in New York: so far away from one's actual destination, so pricey. But still he walks on through the downpour because he has nowhere else to go but home, and it's getting late, and he fears the storm won't lift in time for him to leave a hotel, get back to his cottage, and get ready for work the next day. His car has to be around here somewhere. Yet, as he turns the corner, all he finds is a tall, blond man, drenched to the bone, looking around with a lost expression. He nearly runs into him in his hurry and apologizes hastily before going around and passing him. Only as he's beyond the man does he realize the implication. Someone standing out alone in this weather, unmoving, in a daze? Is he waiting for someone? Is he lost in the maze that is New York City? He wants to go home, shed his clothes and escape the frigid rain--it would be so easy to leave him behind, anyone else, quite reasonably, would. He's sure the man can handle himself. ... but what if he can't? It's getting darker; the sun is setting and the grey clouds look black. He supposes the man can hide under a building for the time, but what if the rain lasts all night? And, despite the weather, New York isn't the safest city at night. Can he in good conscience just continue on his way? With an inward sigh, he turns on his heel and heads back. No, he can't. "Sir?" Nick calls, stopping beside him while minding the sharp point of his umbrella. "Are you all right? Are you waiting for someone?"

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