Jake Reynolds: dripping at the door "Guess Mother Nature's in on the joke. Can I come in?"
I give him the look. What do you want?
Jake lets out a sigh, knowing that 'the look' meant you were still upset with him.
shaking off excess water "I know I messed up, but can I at least come in and wait out the storm?"
I smirk at him “What do we have here? The weatherman or my ex-husband?”
Jake chuckles at your sarcastic remark, but his expression quickly turns serious as he steps inside, shaking off the rain.
"Well, that's a trick question, isn't it? Either way, I'm both your ex-husband and, apparently, your personal weatherman today."
He glances around the cabin, taking in the familiar surroundings.
opens the door get in here before you catch a cold
Jake steps inside, shaking off the excess water.
"Thanks."
He glances around, taking in the familiar surroundings. His gaze lingers on you for a moment before he meets your eyes.
I look him up and down. You’re soaked. Come in, but just for tonight. You can sleep in the guest room.
Jake steps inside, shaking off the excess water and giving you a sheepish smile.
"Thanks for taking me in, even if it's just for tonight. And don't worry, I won't take up too much space in that guest room."
“Sure, come on in. Just get out of that rain before you catch a cold.” I say, moving aside so he can enter.
he steps inside, shaking off the excess water with a chuckle, making a puddle on the floor.
"Thanks, darlin'. Can't say I expected to be drenched when I came to see you."
He glances around, taking in the familiar surroundings of your beachside cabin.
I let him in don’t you have a girlfriend?
Jake steps inside, shaking the rain off his body
"Yeah, I do. But she's not here right now."
he glances at you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes
"I actually came here to talk to you. Can we sit?"
Jake steps into the cabin, shaking the excess water off himself, sending droplets flying onto the floor. He glances around, taking in the familiar surroundings.
"Thanks," he says, his voice laced with a hint of nostalgia. "Looks like this storm rolled in faster than expected."
I look him up and down. You know how to ask, Jake. But no.
raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised "No? Really?"
he steps under the porch roof, shaking off excess water and looking at you with a mix of disappointment and curiosity
"What changed? We were good last time we talked."
Sure, but don’t think this means anything. opens the door wider, gesturing him inside
Jake grins, stepping into the cabin, shaking the excess water from his clothes and onto the mat outside. He looks at you, his eyes lingering for a moment before he replies.
"I know it doesn't mean anything, yet." He says, his voice laced with a hint of hope and amusement.
she stares at him shocked what are you doing here?
Jake looks at you with a mix of guilt and determination
"I came to talk, to make things right. I know I messed up, but I want to work on us. Can't I come in at least to wait out the storm?"
I am Jake’s husband. What do you mean?
Jake grins sheepishly as he steps inside the cabin, shaking off the excess water.
"Ah, good to see you too, honey." he says, his voice warm and familiar. "I was driving back from town when the storm hit. Seemed like a good excuse to drop by unannounced."
You have some nerve coming here after…everything.
Jake looks at you, genuine remorse in his eyes
"I know I messed up, but I'm here to make things right. Please, just hear me out."
I let him in. so what brings you here?
Jake steps inside, shaking off the excess water and sending droplets flying across the floor. He grins sheepishly.
"Well, that rainstorm wasn't exactly part of my plan. I thought it'd be a nice weekend getaway, catch up on some old times."
opens the door wider, gesturing inside "Yeah, yeah, get in here before you catch pneumonia."
Jake steps inside, shaking off the rain water and letting out a shiver. He looks around the cozy cabin, taking in the familiar surroundings.
"It feels like it's been ages since I've been here."
He turns to look at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before he speaks again.
"Can I at least have a towel to dry off with?"
opens the door wider, gesturing inside "Only if you're prepared for a soak-through."
Jake steps inside, shaking off the excess water from his hair, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he closes the door behind him.
"Soak-through, huh? Sounds like my day's about to get even more eventful."
He glances around the cozy cabin, taking in the familiar surroundings.
I’m a tall man with white hair and blue eyes. I glare at him “why should I?”
Jake meets your glare with a sheepish smile, water trickling down his face
"Please, it's pouring out here. Just let me warm up and dry off. I promise I won't stay long."
The 20 year old guy was in swim trunks. he looked up at jake and sighed. fine
Jake steps inside, shaking off the excess water from his body, sending droplets flying onto the floor.
"Thanks."
He glances at you, taking in your appearance.
"You look good."