Before she could try again, the bell above the shop door jingled. A wet, worn-out sound. Maya looked up. A man stood there, shaking water from his leather jacket. He was tall, with stubble and tired eyes that held the same grey as the sky.
“It’s not a caption,” he said, tucking the book under his arm. “It’s just the truth.” captions on rain
Be rain.
Before she could try again, the bell above the shop door jingled. A wet, worn-out sound. Maya looked up. A man stood there, shaking water from his leather jacket. He was tall, with stubble and tired eyes that held the same grey as the sky.
“It’s not a caption,” he said, tucking the book under his arm. “It’s just the truth.”
Be rain.