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I get to his front door and knock a Naruto – Welcome To The Nhk Cute T Shirt times. I can hear the clunking of plates and cutlery emanating from the kitchen. Something smells good. He answers the door and his neutral expression turns to raised eyebrows and a slightly open mouth. “It’s raining,” I say. “Yes…” he replies, pretending not to make eye contact as he surveys the hallway which is now covered in a river of rainwater that I brought in. He looks back at me and opens his mouth slightly as if to say something. His face appears as if he’s just been told something he shouldn’t understand but does. “What?” I interject. “You got a better place to be this evening?” I ask sardonically. “You’re lucky to have this,” I say, as I gesture to my dripping hair and soaked through clothing. “Uh, no,” he replies. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, just get in here. I can’t have people seeing drowned rats turning up at my door. They might get suspicious!” “Pfft, yeah, right. That’s the only thing that you do that makes people suspicious.” “Oh, shut up, and get a towel! And I’m not kissing you with your hair sopping wet.” He turns with a cheeky smile and scurries to the kitchen, and I steal his hairdryer. We eat a delicious dinner as we listen to Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto in A major; my favourite. He remembered.