Drop

Drip drop

You held out your palm. Oh no please don’t….

The raindrops picked up, the little dots scattering the street and your clothes. Hurry up. You shook your legs impatiently looking down the street anxiously for your bus. Why can nobody stick to a schedule?

In under a minute the rain picked up and fell heavily, you sheltered your head with your purse trying to avoid getting wet as much as possible. Just your luck. You sighed until you felt a warm fabric lay against your skin and a hood drop over your head covering your eyes slightly. You let your purse fall to your side and tried to push back the hood to see who covered your head.

“You look really cold, how long have you been in the rain?” Your eyes met with a strangers who was towering a few decent inches above you.