The Deal Maker

and chaotic. I stood under the awning of a nearby building, watching as people scurried for cover. Some clutched umbrellas, while others pulled up their hoods, trying to escape the

n," I explained, trying to sound nonchalant. The man nodded sympathetically. You're not from around here, are you?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity, and I found myself drawn to his charismatic presence. I shook my head, intrigued despite myself. No, I'm not," I replied, wondering what had given me away. The man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I can tell," he said. "You don't have that... hardened look that city people get." The man's gaze lingered on mine, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes. For a moment, we just stood there, the sound of the rain creating a cozy intimacy between us. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes locked, a sense of connection that I couldn't quite explain. As we stood there, I couldn't help but notice the way the rain brought out the scent of wet earth and ozone. It was a primal, elemental smell, one that seemed to speak to something deep within me. The man, too, seemed to be affected by the atmosphere.