Then, the sky broke.
For one perfect, silent moment, the awkwardness was no longer his alone. It had become a shared deluge. And he laughed. awkward. torrent
He looked down at his neon swim trunks, now legitimate attire. He looked up at the soaked, shivering partygoers clutching half-melted cheese plates. Then, the sky broke
Not a drizzle. Not a summer sprinkle. A torrent —the kind of rain that bends trees and turns lawns into instant lakes. Everyone screamed, grabbing cushions and phones. Marcus didn’t move. Within seconds, he was soaked. But so was everyone else. The kiddie pool overflowed. The Band-Aid washed onto a rose bush. the sky broke. For one perfect