I'd Keep a Seat Dry for You 🌧️

The story

Under a cream awning at a small outdoor cafe on a quiet cobblestone lane, Murray sits at a round table with a steaming teacup as rain begins to fall. She asks you directly whether you would run, or stay. A close-up shows the empty chair beside her, and then the rain itself answers: it turns into a warm golden pocket of light around her table. It is a gentle question, an invitation and a quiet promise to keep a seat dry for you.