<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">Taking the plate, Silver set it down with a pout. He looked to the window then, the pout only growing. How had he not realized it had been raining?!</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF">"It's days like this that I love to be out and about. No umbrella, no rain coat. Or sitting on the deck with a cup of tea when it's sprinkling. Hopefully it's still raining tomorrow."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #33FFEE">Letting out a soft sigh, he turned to his food, picking the sandwich up. Just as he was about to take a bite, he paused to look at the other.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF">"I'm more interested in food than liquids, but thank you. And you don't have to worry about my clothes,"</span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">he said.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF">".....unless I threw up on myself."</span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">The look that worked its way onto his face was one of horror that might have been a possibility. Last thing he wanted was to have thrown up on himself.....in front of this gorgeous man.</span></span>