Sanaah was dripping on the floor, her arms tightly wrapped around herself. Her face was scrunched as she tried to navigate her way towards the lockers. Zander was behind her, just as drenched as her.
When she entered the orchard in her favourite Givenchy black floral shirt and black denim shorts she had not expected to be drenched. Her boots were wet and making sound with each step she took. She could feel her shirt clinging to her upper body due to the water.
Sanaahs cheek flamed as she noticed that her shorts were dripping too. Only if she could kill Zander for that. What was he thinking?
"Are you plotting my murder?" Zander asked in a joking manner as he slid in beside her. As she turned to look at him her mouth was shut.
He was a sight for sore eyes. She had enough difficulty ha
