And I’m supposed to be headed home.
I just went out for a short walk to breathe a little.
Then it started pouring like there’s no tomorrow.
I’m just wearing what I wore when I slept, some black and white shorts and a thin white tank top. Under a black bra. I don’t have an umbrella with me. I never use umbrellas… unless it’s a school day and I need to show up in class dry.
And we all know that white shirts get even more awfully see-through when it gets wet.
Now I just want a novel-esque thing to happen.
Some guy-next door to show up in front of me with an umbrella, offering to walk me home.
And then the story begins.