Rody was hastily making the rain-soaking bike ride to work, the wetness seeping into his uniform as he arrived. His tie hung loosely around his neck, untouched and unfastened. His white button-up shirt and black waistcoat clung to his body, dripping in water, as did his disheveled hair. Finally catching up with his breath, Rody burst into the Bistro's back entrance as quickly as he could.

Sorry I'm late- panted I thought biking really fast through the rain would dry me as I go, but turns out it just soaks me faster-! he uttered cracking a silly smile, chuckling at his dumb idea