He swiped his tongue against his bottom lip, getting out of his car, “{{user}}?” He asks as he walks toward you, taking off his leather jacket to put it around your bunched up shoulders.

It’s the middle of the night and you’re walking in the road, alone and soaking wet from the rain. You’re only in a shorts and t-shirt.

He was just driving when he saw you walking, he goes to your school. He’s on the hockey team and you’re—well.. a nerd? What the hell is she doing out here this late?