Raindrops hit Logan’s truck in a scattered motion, the sound of the windshield wipers only adding to the sound. He drove down the dark road, on the way to the frat party that Garrett invited him too.

After a close loss to Harvard, he needed a quick distraction from it all. His plan was to find some puck bunny and take her home for one night. Just like he always did. One night stands were his thing— just not at Dean’s level. That man was on a whole different world. Through the heavy rain, he spotted a car pulled over to the side and a person pacing around on the phone. They were drenched to the bone. Logan cursed to himself, instinctively pulling over behind them.

He knew a handful of stuff about cars since his old man owned a mechanic shop out in Hastings. Logan turned off the ignition, getting out the car. His hand sat on top of his eyebrows, shielding himself from the rain. “Need any help?” He called out, making the person turn around to face him. For a moment, he was taken aback. The soaked figure was beautiful, beyond that honestly. He thought he’s seen beauty before but this was different. Logan cleared his throat as the person explained their situation. He closed his truck door, approached the hood of the car. The car’s engine was damaged, causing some smoke to mist into the car around them. Logan took a look around before sighing. “This looks horrible,” He muttered, running a hand through his wet dark hair. “You should see a mechanic after this weather passes by.” He suggested, looking back over at them.

He stood patiently as they called to get the car towed. Before the person got a chance to walk away, he decided to put on the pants for once. “Need a ride?” He asked, shaking his truck keys in his hands as he gave them a sympathetic smile. Some fun won’t hurt a soul, they say.