totally unexpectedly submitted by honeysticks : “I forgot my umbrella and you offered to walk me home in the rain and I thought this would be the beginning of a cute love story but you’re really shit at this oh my god my shoulder is so wet, hold the damn thing properly wth man” au
pretty pleeaseee c:
changed, I hope it’s still remotely okay!)
preferred Deli was in the neighborhood, practically just around the
corner; but that could still be a long long way to walk if you were
fully packed with two huge paper bags and it was raining cats and
dogs, like it was now. Luckily, Emma hadn’t forgotten her umbrella
this time. But, as it turned out, it wasn’t that easy opening it with
one hand while trying to balance the two bags in her other hand. She
started to curse under her breath, when a strong buffet of wind hit
her from behind, ripped the half-opened umbrella from her hand and
smashed it lethally against the post of a street lamp. She stumbled a
little, and one of the grocery bags fell from her hand.
she hissed and crouched down on the pavement to collect the oranges,
avocados and the packet with the taco shells. Obviously, today was
not her day. At least the rain seemed to subside a little – it
didn’t fall on her blonde curls as heavy as before.
she gathered her last belongings, she became aware of a pair of feet
standing very close to her. She frowned and let her curious glance
wander up along legs in tight black jeans, belonging to a man clad in
a black leather jacket, holding an umbrella over her crouched figure,
smiling down at her from a pair of disturbingly blue eyes and with an
amused expression that infuriated her somehow. The rain was streaming
over the stranger’s face, soaking his almost black hair. “Need a
hand, love?” he asked and indeed offered her one to help her up.
had an unusual accent, European maybe, and a certain timbre to his
voice that infuriated her even more. And really – love?
The last time someone had called her that, it had been an old lady
when she had held the door open for her.
ignored the hand and rose to her feet as graciously as she could,
having packed either arm with a grocery bag now. “Listen, bud,”
she snapped, “if that’s supposed to be a clever pick-up line –
it’s not working.”
stranger obviously wasn’t easily offended. “I was just trying to be
a gentleman,” he replied smoothly, still that amused twinkle in his
eyes, “but I suppose that’s overrated.” She’d have expected him
to turn away, but he didn’t. He was still holding the umbrella over
her head, stoically ignoring the rain washing over his face.
rolled her eyes, more at herself. Someone was trying to be nice to
her, and she poured all her bad mood over him. “I’m sorry,” she
backpedaled quickly, “it’s just… I’m not used to…”
going to walk this way now,” he interrupted her stutter in a calm
voice and pointed in the direction where her apartment was. “If
that’s your way, too, I shall gladly offer you a space under my
wasn’t the spontaneous type, and this stranger with his accent, that
weird way of talking and his too blue eyes was exactly the type she
usually steered clear of. For a second she contemplated to tell him
that she had to go the opposite way, but then she replied –
“Actually, it is. And thank you.”
a slight tilt of his head, he stepped a little to the side, in the
middle of the pavement, and held the umbrella over his head, leaving
space for her to slip under it. She felt a little silly and clumsy,
but then she drew a deep breath and stepped under the protective
umbrella. He grinned and murmured something she didn’t really
understand because in that moment, a van was driving by, but she
could have sworn she’d heard him say “that’s
a good girl.”
started to walk along the street side by side in silence, and the
more they walked, the more nervous she got. Obviously, the stranger
had really nothing else in his mind than to be nice and offer his
help, because he didn’t even remotely try to hit on her, and that was
a situation Emma hadn’t yet had to handle. He wasn’t even looking at
her or trying to make stupid smalltalk; he was just walking, and
weirdly enough, even though they were walking side by side it seemed
like he was leading the way in a strangely chivalrous manner,
steering around obstacles and puddles on the pavement. Curiously, she
studied his profile: thick, expressive eyebrows, a classic nose and
an impressively strong jawline, peppered by ginger stubble, did make
him very attractive, she admitted to herself. And those stupid blue
eyes. If she were the type to believe in that kind of stuff, this
would be the stereotype of a romantic movie – the random encounter
with the attractive stranger in an absurd situation that led to a
sickeningly sweet love story and an even more sickeningly sweet happy
ending. But she wasn’t that type; stupid romantic movies were about
as realistic as fairy tales.
that’s a shame,
she thought and frowned at herself. Really, what was wrong with her?
She stole another glance at her knight in shiny leather. She knew she
was pretty attractive herself, and he didn’t even waste a glance on
her? Something had to be wrong with him anyway. What an idiot.
she felt cold water running down the side of her throat and noticed
that her right shoulder was soaked with rain. The umbrella wasn’t big
enough, and he wasn’t really holding it over her anymore. She rooted
to the spot and threw him a fiery glance when he stopped too, not
understanding herself why she was suddenly angry.
raised a questioning eyebrow. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked.
isn’t working,” she snapped. “I’m getting wet.”
eyes widened at the amusement dancing over his handsome features, and
she blushed for no reason. For a dreadful moment, she expected him to
answer with a slippery pun. “Well, my apologies for that,”
he replied innocently, but somehow she was sure that in another
situation, he would
have answered with an innuendo. “Maybe you should contemplate
letting me help with those bags, then you’d have your left arm free
and could walk a little closer to me, so we’d both fit perfectly
under the umbrella.”
offered his left hand, but she shoved the second grocery bag in her
right arm too, securing it with her hip. “I’m perfectly fine,
thanks,” she said stubbornly and moved a little closer to him.
pursed his full lips into a smirk and nodded his head once. “You’re
a tough lass,” he commented, and Emma rolled her eyes, but
continued to walk by his side. Her left forearm brushed against his
right now, but still no word of conversation or anything else from
him. Stupid, infuriating idiot.
was almost relieved that, after a few more minutes, they’d reached
the apartment house where she lived. She stopped, and he raised that
eyebrow at her again, but said nothing. Suddenly, she felt
embarrassed like a schoolgirl that had been walked home by her crush.
was the stupid idiot, obviously. Clumsily, she motioned her head to
the stairs leading up to the entrance. “I live here,” she said
and wanted to bite her tongue the moment the words were out. Really?
For all she knew, he could be a fucking psychopath, and she told him
where she lived?
And now? She cleared her throat. “Well, thank you again.”
nodded with a smile and tilted his head again like before, the
gesture seeming strangely old-fashioned, like the hint of a bow,
which was a ridiculous image. No one bowed nowadays. “Well, I’m
glad that I could be of assistance, love,” he replied, “even if
you got a little… wet.”
threw him a sharp look, that little pause he’d made having caught her
attention. Had he just thrown an innuendo her way, or was that merely
her imagination? Well, she’d never find out; the stranger nodded at
her one last time and then turned his back on her, to continue his
path and walk out of her life.
snorted at herself in disdain for that absurd little pang of
disappointment she felt, and she turned to the door abruptly, fishing
for her keys in the pocket of her jeans. Stupid
one thing,” she heard him say and almost whirled around on her heel
in surprise. He was still standing there, throwing a slight smile at
her that was bright enough to cast away all the grey and rainy
clouds. He scratched behind his ear. “If you’re ever surprised by
the rain again…”
swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Yeah?”
tilted his head and cocked his eyebrow. “I will find you.”
with that, he turned around and walked away. Emma’s incredulous eyes
followed him for a few moments before she finally unlocked her door.
Her mood was better now than it had been all week, and she smiled to
herself. It was absurd, yes – but somehow, she knew she hadn’t seen
the last of him.