Walking towards the restaurant where you met him the other day, your hopes were crushed as you realised that the chances of meeting him again was unlikely. It started drizzling but you didn't really bother too much about it - you were looking for someone, someone of a higher value to worry about than the mere drizzle. Walking in and out of the restaurant with your crushed soul, it was high-time that you gave up this search for this person, no wait, this manly and charismatic person.
It was pouring as you dragged your feet along the pavement, you couldn't believe that you went out looking for a handsome guy whom you've just met the day before. Not caring about how heavy the downpour was, you continued shuffling your feet on the ground, taking as much time as possible just to get home.
After some time, you felt someone's presence, as though that person was trailing behind you. You got a little scared but mentally decided that you should turn around to verbally scold the stranger.