The storm collapsed out of nowhere, hitting the zinc roof of the workshop. You and Harris were inside, cornered.

“Damn, I’m going to be late,” you said, looking at your cell phone.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he said, pulling a chair and throwing a flannel at you. “Sit there.”

“You’re happy about that.”

“Maybe.” He looked at you with a sparkle in his eyes. “It’s the first time the world has done me a favor.”

You sat down. And for a while, they just listened to the rain.