"Aw, shit."
Aster never did like the rain. Maybe it was a conditioned response, come to think of it. He had too many memories of being sick in the rainy season, sniffling miserably as he sat squashed under some bridge or old shack, shuddering against the cold. Or maybe it was just that he hated being damp. He was already getting damper by the minute. This didn't look like it was going to be any li'l old shower either. The sky was threatening to yawn wide open and dump a monsoon on his head, and there was no way Aster was going to be caught without shelter in that mess if he could help it.
Hurriedly, he scanned the street for any likely-looking shops. Anything too big or expensive was out of the question. He knew what he looked like, and those places wouldn't stand the sight of him for more than half a minute. He made a mad dash for the first likely-looking place, and it wasn't until he had walked in that he realized that it was a flower shop.
He sighed. He didn't look like the flower-buying sort either. He stood by the door, hair already soaked through and plastered to his neck, waiting for the shop owner to notice and... and what? Swear at him, chase him out? Ask him if he was looking for something for his lady friend? Well, he wasn't going to say anything if they weren't, though the odds of him going completely unnoticed were pretty much nil. A guy could hope, couldn't he?