He pulled his hood tighter over his head, feeling the rain seep through his jack

He pulled his hood tighter over his head, feeling the rain seep through his jacket, chilling him to the bone. He turned the corner and saw the familiar yellow food truck glowing in the dusk. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her silhouette behind the counter, busy with her routine. The place was empty, no one braving the rain for a quick bite or drink, and he was glad for it. He approached the truck, the rain pounding a steady rhythm on its roof. She looked up as he neared, a smile breaking across her face. "Your usual?" she asked, already reaching for the cup."Yeah, thanks," he replied, his voice slightly shaky, not entirely from the cold. As she handed him the coffee, their fingers brushed briefly. They had shared many conversations, but today felt different. The rain fell harder, and the silence between them stretched, filled with unspoken words. He took the last sip of his coffee, feeling a surge of determination. Placing the cup back on the counter, he looked at her and asked, "Would you like to go out sometime?" Her eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping up her cheeks. For a moment, he feared he had made a mistake. But then she smiled, a bright, beautiful smile that chased away all his doubts."I'd like that," she replied softly, her voice barely audible over the rain.

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits