I don't think I've experienced love at first sight. Isn't that strange?

Falling for someone out of the blue, like on some random Thursday when you see someone across the street, find them attractive, and suddenly, you're crushing on them—even though there's a good chance you'll never see them again.

Weird, right?

But then again, Dean couldn’t really judge. He had never experienced it himself. Maybe he’d spent too much time alone, always wrapped up in his own world, only really paying attention to his close friends. Other people were just background noise.

"Dean, we’re heading out!" a classmate called as they left the room.

"Yeah, see you." Dean responded, tossing the last bit of trash into the bag.

It was Friday, and just his luck, he was assigned to cleaning duty today. Everyone else had already gone home, but he was still stuck taking out the trash. Let’s just get this over with, he thought, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Ugh, seriously? If you're going to toss a drink, can't you at least empty it first? Now it’s all wet and messy.”

He grumbled as he picked up the soggy bag, annoyed by the mess. Holding two trash bags, he headed for the door.

Dean paused, noticing the gray sky, the cool air, and the smell of wet grass.

And then, it hit him. A cold drop of rain on his head. "Oh, great. Of course." He muttered.

Within seconds, it was pouring. Dean sprinted for the nearest shelter, already drenched.

"What is this? Why did it have to rain now?" The drizzle had turned into a full-blown downpour, and he was stuck.

Then, out of nowhere, Dean heard a voice that made him turn around. Standing there was a stranger with an outstretched hand, ready to help him. It felt like an angel had appeared just when he needed it most.

Dean’s gaze shifted to the stranger’s ID, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the name.