A sudden torrential downpour and they're drenched. A see-through bra, a T-shirt clinging to skin, a kind of sex appeal that wasn't there before — and the “friends” atmosphere collapses completely. “Don't look at me like that...” she says, while a body running that hot can't hide anything any more. Pressed together in soaked clothes, zero distance in whatever shelter they found, and a man and a woman past holding back cross the line right there. Faces, voices and the way they come apart — things they'd normally never show, all of it bare. A relationship that was supposed to be friendship, broken over one night of rain.