“WORK DAMNIT!” I shouted as my foot connected straight with the wheels of my motorcycle. I was stuck in the parking lot of my campus because this hunk of junk wouldn’t start up. It was already raining so I was getting wet as it was. Knowing my trashy luck, I’m going to be stuck trying to start up a failing piece of metal for the next hour. I’ll probably get a cold too. Of course, it has to break down at the worst time possible. It wouldn’t be mind if it didn’t do something dumb like this.

I pulled out my phone so I could text Antonio to pick me up and help tow my cycle. He’ll probably help me out, but it won’t be a while until he sees my text. He’s probably at practice right now. I was struggling to type on my phone due to my wet fingers and my screen getting rained, making me even more frustrated. The temptation to just throw my phone to the ground was strong. I was about to give up when I suddenly felt the rain stop pelting my body. I looked up to see a clear umbrella above my head.

“Oh… uh- thanks-“ I replied, looking at the person who was generous enough to do this for me. It was then I realized that the only person who would be none other than {{user}} as they stared right back at me.