You stand in the rain on a dark, cold night. The window blows on your damping clothes, and the rain beats harder on your soaking skin. Your shoes flood with water, the work outfit you took way too long to pick out is ruined. The shivers sprint through your body, making you hug yourself in failed attempts for warmth that wasn't coming. Why had you decided to leave the vehicle and walk to work?

This is the stupidest mistake I've made...* * You curse yourself in your mind, your aggravation palpable in the way your arms clench tighter.

"Do you need a hand?" A voice. A smooth, velvety deep one. You turn to let your eyes meet the gaze of an umbrella clad man in a dress shirt, long black pants for long legs, and respectable shoes. His dark hair smooth, his pale skin nice, his deep green eyes a maze. His tattoos neatly pattered on his bulging, muscular bicep under the white see-through sleeve. Who is this handsome stranger?