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never let me.
     
    I still lived with her, despite being 19. I worked as a waitress in the small restaurant she ran, just off the main street of our tiny little town. We barely saw any customers at this time of year; no one wanted to leave their homes if necessary. I wasn’t the only one who thought the dismal weather was a complete and utter bore. I’d been sitting at the counter, flipping through an endless stream of matches on Tinder, when the door bell jingled, announcing the entrance of someone. I glanced up, expecting to see my brother or someone we knew walking in.
     
    I could never have expected the two men who walked through the door. They were both young, fit — and absolutely soaking wet. As they removed the bicycle helmets from their head, rivulets of water ran down the contours of the gear and onto the floor. Their hair was messy, strewn this way and that by the wind, and both of them looked miserable. I wondered how long they’d been riding for. They paused for a brief moment, chatting between themselves in a rapid-fire conversation that I couldn’t catch, before sitting down to order some food. I stood and walked over to them. “Can I help you?”
     
    The man to the right smiled up at me, and I thought I would melt right then and there. Despite how wet he was, his smile was dazzling bright, seeming to reach all the way up to his piercing, emerald-green eyes. “Do you have anything hot?” he asked, with a chuckle. His friend smirked quietly, apparently laughing at an inside joke between the two of them.
     
    “Well, we have the normal menu items. Ramen, burgers, etc. It’s slow right now, so I may be able to convince the cook to whip you up something special. I hope you don’t mind me saying it, but you two look miserable.”
     
    He laughed again. “We went to sleep in the rain, woke up in the rain, and spent the past five hours riding in the rain. Yeah, we’re soaked through and through. It seems like it’s only gotten worse since last night.”
     
    I looked at both of them, taking in the state of their clothing and gear. “Why didn’t you take shelter?”
     
    The man to the left let out an exasperated sigh, and his friend turned to him and spoke in a language I didn’t understand, slugging him hard in the arm with a laugh. “That’s what he’s wanted to know all day,” the man replied. “We’re travelers. Or adventurers. Whatever you want to call us. We’re riding the entire country by bicycle, so we can’t let a little rain stop us.”
     
    Finally, the man to the left spoke, his voice a rich baritone that sounded like what I’d imagine chocolate to sound like, if chocolate had a voice. “A little rain? It’s been a torrent all day.” They both had strange accents I couldn’t place, but seemed like friendly people.
     
    “Let me go see about getting you something hot. While you wait, would you like some coffee?”
     
    Their eyes lit up at this offer, and both men nodded. I laughed. It seemed like the love of coffee crossed international borders. “I’ll be right back, then.”
     
    I darted into the kitchen, rousing my mom from her latest smart phone game. “Hey, we’ve got customers!” She glanced up at me, confused. “I said we have customers. Can you whip up some soup? They look like they’ve been out in the rain all day, and could really use something warm in their bellies.”
     
    “Customers? In this weather? Are they crazy?” Mom just raised an eyebrow at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. She never failed to speak her mind, especially when people pulled what she called fool-brained stunts that put themselves in danger. “Okay, fine. Let me make some of my special soup. But you make sure to charge them extra, okay? Not just anyone gets to have this, you know!” I nodded and dashed back out into the restaurant, where the two men sat at the counter. As soon as I flipped on the coffee and it began to brew, I heard them sigh.
     
    “So how long have you two