It was raining, and I forgot we were in public.

Our first date was supposed to be "just coffee," but we ended up walking for four hours. When it started pouring rain, we ran under that tiny shop awning. You were laughing, trying to fix your hair, and for a split second, everything went silent. I almost kissed you right there in front of everyone. I’ve been on a lot of dates, but I’ve never felt that "pull" before. I think this is going to be a problem—the best kind of problem.