It was a cool, rainy April night in RhyDin. Two people were stationed on the porch of the inn, one on the swing and the other seated on the railing of the porch itself - watching the rain. The two were casually talking, like old friends would.
But tonight was anything but ordinary, as simple as it may have seemed. It was the night that destined Jade Rogue and Dakota Steele together. They had both just gotten out of relationships. They didn't want long term, but they didn't want to be alone either. He was working up the nerves to ask of her a date, but he just couldn't muster it yet.
Casual talk came from the two. Now, they were talking of all things - the weather.
"I jus' love the rain," Jade's bright green hues gazed out into the stormy night as she snugged her little black hoodie to curvy form.
A leg absently kicked at the floor to make the swing move just a tad, "I always have too, I reckon... But is there a reason for you likin' it so well? Ya know, most girls don't like gettin' their hair wet." Dakota gave her a bright smile, as well as a laugh.
"Well, I always thought, somehow, that the rain could wash you clean an' make you innocent again. Make you new...," she lowered her head, eyes far off from the porch, "But isn't that silly? Everyone knows you can't be reborn, right?" Jade looked over and tilted her head at him, almost willing for an answer.
"But everyone deserves a second chance, Jade. Even you an' me," he looked to her, honestly in his voice. What he held in his chocolatey eyes was more important. They held hope.
But tonight was anything but ordinary, as simple as it may have seemed. It was the night that destined Jade Rogue and Dakota Steele together. They had both just gotten out of relationships. They didn't want long term, but they didn't want to be alone either. He was working up the nerves to ask of her a date, but he just couldn't muster it yet.
Casual talk came from the two. Now, they were talking of all things - the weather.
"I jus' love the rain," Jade's bright green hues gazed out into the stormy night as she snugged her little black hoodie to curvy form.
A leg absently kicked at the floor to make the swing move just a tad, "I always have too, I reckon... But is there a reason for you likin' it so well? Ya know, most girls don't like gettin' their hair wet." Dakota gave her a bright smile, as well as a laugh.
"Well, I always thought, somehow, that the rain could wash you clean an' make you innocent again. Make you new...," she lowered her head, eyes far off from the porch, "But isn't that silly? Everyone knows you can't be reborn, right?" Jade looked over and tilted her head at him, almost willing for an answer.
"But everyone deserves a second chance, Jade. Even you an' me," he looked to her, honestly in his voice. What he held in his chocolatey eyes was more important. They held hope.