The rain poured as you stood under a flickering streetlight, your jacket soaked through. You checked your watch and sighed.

“Waiting for someone?” a voice asked.

You turned to see Keegan Russ leaning against a parked car, holding an umbrella effortlessly over his shoulder. He looked dry, smug as ever.

You rolled your eyes. “Not you.”

Keegan stepped closer, tilting the umbrella just enough to shield you from the rain. “Too bad,” he said with a smirk. “Looks like I’m all you’ve got.”