[SRuiz]

The sound of music helped drown out nature's orchestra in the nice two story house. No full power was used, only the phone which played the musical likings of John Philip Sousa as the scent of lavender filled his nose from the candles lit everywhere, which was just enough light to sketch the man of his dreams. Austen had not preferred the company of women in a while. One could say their drama was too excessive at times that it opened doors to another possibility. The sketch depicted his idea of the exact soul mate he was looking for.

He was physically fit as much as his lean five-foot-eleven frame would allow, but to pose an opposite, he wanted someone a bit more taller, buffer.Someine who was partially equal in the relationship, but would have many surprised to know he was not the head honcho in charge despite his size. That was all the 22 year old had to look forward to on the stormy seasons; music to soothe the soul and a day spent of dreams. He had almost missed the doorbell while drawing and dreaming away until the second chiming bell brought him to reality.

"Coming?" He said in confusion. No one really knocked during this kind of weather. The skies were dark and gray and rain was pouring down heavily. He tied his long brown hair back in a green rubber band as he placed on his cap and trailed out the kitchen. He opened the door where the sight of a male greeted him. "Yikes! You'll certainly catch your death out here! What can I do for you?"

He had not seen his downed car, but the male was drenched by all accounts. He motioned for him to come inside as not to keep him out in the cold harsh rains any longer.