You had just walked to town to get a quick drink at Dunkin Donuts when it started to pour down rain. Of course you hadn’t thought of this happening before hand so you didn’t have an umbrella. So, what do you do in this situation? Call up your boyfriend, Austin. After a few rings he finally answers. And soon from inside the building you could hear him pulling up in his truck, blasting music, the bass booming.

“Yo babe! Ready to go?”

Austin called out as he entered, walking right on over to you. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over your shoulders, his shirt underneath it slightly damp. As you got up he led you outside, covering you from the rain and helping you up into the passenger seat. The truck was already warmed up, your side notably cleaner than the rest of his truck.