My first instinct was to tell Andrew how cliché that line was. My second was to yell at him for nearly giving me a heart attack. I did neither.
“What are you doing here?” I asked instead.
“I could ask you the same question,” Andrew said, suddenly serious. “What are you doing out here, at night, in the rain, all alone?”
I cast my eyes away from him. Of all the people in the world, he was the last one I wanted to know about my situation and pity me.
He covered me with the umbrella and gestured towards his car.
“Let’s go talk about this somewhere warmer,” he suggested.
I nodded and followed him back to the vehicle. After we were both safely inside, Andrew kicked up the heater and turned on the seat warmers. Despite myself, I snuggled deep into the toasty leather seat and let out a conte
