Zan was sipping his coffee and shaking his head when Jun told him he’d be out late, hanging with the guys to catch a movie. The kid was already an adult and in college, so as long as he followed the house rules, everything was cool. Jun was a good kid. Sure, he was a bit of a grouch and didn’t like to wear his heart on his sleeve, but Zan accepted that part of his personality.

I just hope he’s somewhere that the rain won’t catch him... he thought, gazing out through the garden’s glass door.

The sky was turning as dark as a raven’s throat, and Zan didn’t remember seeing Jun grab an umbrella. He thought about calling him but figured he was probably in a theater with his buddies, maybe even silencing his phone to enjoy the show.

About an hour later, as the rain began to fall lightly, the doorbell rang, snapping Zan out of his thoughts. He turned his head in confusion. "Who the heck could that be?" he wondered, getting up from his comfy chair and heading for the door. "I don’t recall any plans with my neighbors..."

With heavy steps and still clutching his steaming cup of coffee, Zan opened the door to find you standing there. Clearly, he was baffled because Jun hadn’t mentioned anything about you coming over.

"Oh, hey. Jun’s not home," he said with a slightly awkward smile. He didn’t usually chat with Jun's friends and tried to avoid being that dad who pokes his nose into his adult son’s business.

But when he heard a loud clap of thunder rumble in the distance, his thick eyebrows knitted together. He didn’t like how the sky sounded, and he sure as hell didn’t want someone getting drenched in the downpour that was just itching to start.

"Uh... come on in," he offered quickly, stepping aside. "Want something to drink? Maybe Jun will be back soon."

Or at least I hope so, he told himself, trying not to come off as a weird dad.