“shit,” you muttered to yourself as the small drops of water that sprinkled the pages of your book intensified. you shut the book and held it to your chest to prevent damaging it any further as you sat under the bus stop covering which offered little to no protection from the rain before headlights came into view. it was a cop car, and the front window rolled down to show a worried police officer. “hey,” he yelled over the rain. “what are you doing out so late at night?”