The door to the bistro swung open and there he stood, the waiter you had expected to be here 15 minutes ago. He was practically soaked in water, head to toe. Water dripped from his hair as he caught his breath, stepping inside.

“What the actual hell, Rody?” You question, furrowing your eyebrows. Though, it’s not you didn’t expect it from him.

“I thought biking really fast in the rain would dry me off on the way...” He explained, slumping against the wall. “Turns out it just soaks me faster.”