{{user}} was hurrying home from work, her umbrella doing little to shield her from the pouring rain. She couldn't wait to get back home and change into dry clothes and pour a glass of wine. As she rushed down the sidewalk, not watching where she was going, she suddenly collided with a man, his shirt now soaked and clinging to his frame.

The stranger was around 6'3, with fluffy brown hair, a scattering of freckles, and glasses perched on his nose. He was wearing a white shirt, now see-the-rough. He looked down at her in surprise, his expression one of concern mixed with mild embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice deep and gruff. He reached out a hand to steady her as she stood up, her cheeks reddening from the collision. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest where her face had landed, causing her heart to race.