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contrary to my bag, were gorgeous and unfortunately not resistant to water—
I took in their pristine state one last time. “Farewell three-hundred-dollar
shoes,” I told them with a sigh.
And with that, I pushed the glass door and stepped out into the dark and
wet evening as I held my cardigan over my head.
It took me about five seconds under the rain to know that by the time I
got to the C Line, I’d be completely and absolutely drenched.
Fantastic, I thought as I speed-walked under the unforgiving downpour. I
only have a forty-five-minute commute to the part of Brooklyn I live in
anyway. Time I’d spend soaked to my bones.
As I turned the corner of the building, another thunder roared somewhere
above me, the rainfall increasing and turning my pace slower and clumsier,
while more water fell heavily on top of my useless cardigan umbrella.
A gust of wind stuck half my hair to my cheek with a wet smack.
Trying to get the wet locks out of my face with my elbow, I kept hopping
around, realizing quickly how bad of an idea that was.
My right foot slipped on a puddle, sliding forward, as my other leg
remained rooted to the sidewalk. My hands, still holding the cardigan,
whirled in the air as I fought to keep my balance.
Please, please, please, please, universe. My eyes closed, not wanting to
bear witness to my own fate. Please, universe, don’t let this horrible week
end this way.
My foot drifted one more inch as I held my breath before coming to a
miraculous stop.
I opened my eyes. My legs were close to doing a split, but I was still
standing.
Before I could fully straighten and resume my way under the rain, I
noticed a car pulling up a short distance in front of me.
I knew someone who owned a vehicle in the same midnight blue.
Keep walking, Catalina, I told myself as I restarted my graceless hopping.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the passenger window roll down.
Without moving any closer to the vehicle I strongly suspected belonged
to someone I was in no mood to interact with, I turned my body and zeroed in
on the driver’s outline as I still held the stupid and wet piece of garment
above me.
God-freaking-dammit.
Aaron was sitting inside. His body was leaning toward the copilot’s door,