The rain was falling without mercy when you left the library in the city. The umbrella had broken hours ago and the journey to the dormitory was a long and cold walk.

A black car stopped slowly on the wet cobblestone street. The passenger’s glass went down.

Freddie Kingsley

Half-open shirt, messy hair, that annoyingly calm air even with the sky collasing.

“Come in. You’re going to get pneumonia.”

You crossed your arms, suspicious.

“You shouldn’t be offering me a ride.”

“And you shouldn’t be walking in the rain like a sad movie protagonist.” He opened the door. “Come up soon, before I change my mind.”

In the silence of the car, only the sound of rain and retained breathing.

“If Harriet finds out...” you murmured.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” he said, without looking at you - but with his fingers squeezing the steering wheel hard.