A cold wind suddenly rushed through the street.

Anna pulled her hoodie tighter.
“Did you feel that?”

The trees started moving. A plastic bag flew past them.

Leo looked up at the sky.
“It must be a storm coming.”

Max frowned.
“No… it can’t be that bad.”

A flash of lightning lit up the street.

Then — thunder.

Loud. Close.

Anna froze.
“Okay… it might be that bad.”

Rain started falling faster.

“We should find somewhere to wait,” she said.

Max shook his head.
“No, we can’t stop now. We’re already here.”

Leo looked around.
“It could get worse…”

Max smiled slightly.
“Or it could make this night even better.”

Anna laughed.
“You must be crazy.”

Max stepped forward into the rain.
“Maybe… but we have to keep going.”