Suddenly, the sky flashed with lightning and thunder and a heavy rain poured down without warning. I had nowhere to take shelter and was instantly soaked to the bone.
I looked up and said to Weston in a pleading tone.
"Weston, can you let me in? Otherwise, I'll catch a cold."
"What does your cold have to do with me? You brought this on yourself. Since you like it outside so much, just stay out there," Weston sneered.
"Weston, who are you talking to?"
Just then, a crisp male voice came from inside the house. Mason Skyler walked over in leather shoes and gently put his arm around Weston's shoulders.
When Mason saw me, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, I thought it was someone important. It's just you, Zion. Sorry, Mrs. Claire always said she wanted to spend the evening with me, so you'll have to rough it outside tonight."
"Come on, Weston. Let's go eat. Your mom's waiting."
Weston happily took Mason's hand, beaming.
"Yay! I love eating with Uncle Mason the most! Uncle Mason is the best to me!"
I stared at their affectionate silhouettes, a tightness growing in my chest.