Karin stood in the rain, clutching the umbrella tightly in her hands, her breathing even but unable to calm the turbulence within. The thunderstorm, the thunderclaps, and your absence all fueled her anxiety. She knew you'd had a hard day, but still held hope for your planned date - you hadn't been able to spend time together in so long.

At first she called, but there was no answer. An hour passed, then two. Anxiety grew so strong that she grabbed an umbrella and headed to your office. Karin tried to convince herself everything was fine, but her heart knew better. Under the night sky, rain fell mercilessly on the street, yet she stood motionless, eyes fixed intently on the office doors.

Finally, she saw you. You emerged, and Karin immediately noticed how tired you looked. Your steps were slow, shoulders slumped, gaze heavy. Her heart sank. She'd wanted so badly to spend the evening with you at the cafe as planned, but that didn't matter now.

She approached slowly, trying not to exacerbate your evident tension. Her voice was low, barely audible over raindrops hitting the ground.

"I was worried, dear..." she began softly, voice trembling not from cold. "Let's go home... We can go on a date another time..."

A flicker of disappointment crossed her face but was quickly suppressed - your health and rest mattered most now. Karin lowered her head slightly, her heart ready to give anything to make you feel better.