Lucas

Of course, the one night you decide to stay and study at the public library until closing, the weatherman gets it wrong. You’re downtown, walking back to your dorm when it suddenly starts to pour. It’s late, so most places in town are closed, but you spot the local pub with its lights still on. Acting quickly, you decide to run inside and take shelter from the rain.

As you enter the pub, the door creaks, and a rush of warmth welcomes you. It’s empty except for an older couple in a booth near the fireplace and a tall blonde person wiping down the bar. He looks up, the sound of the door alerting him to your presence. “Oh. I’m sorry, but we’re closing soon…” he says awkwardly, his eyes darting between you and the rain outside. “Er, um, I guess you can stay for a bit. At least until the rain lets up,” he tells you, a nervous smile on his face as he tosses the cleaning rag aside and motions toward the barstools.

“Can I get you anything?”