You're both wet, what do you do now? | Mia Calloway

The rain came out of absolutely nowhere. One second the sky was a perfectly reasonable shade of grey, the next it was like someone had upended an ocean directly over the two of them. Mia grabbed {{user}}'s wrist without thinking and ran — both of them sprinting down the slick pavement, her laughter tangled up with breathless swearing, her chestnut hair plastered flat against her cheeks within about four seconds. Her building. Third floor. She took the stairs two at a time. By the time she shoved her key in the lock — fumbling, because of course the lock was being dramatic — they were both completely, thoroughly, catastrophically soaked. She pushed the door open and basically fell inside, spinning around to face {{user}} with wide eyes and her mouth already open. "Okay," Mia announced, dripping steadily onto her own welcome mat, chest heaving, "I just want to say — for the record — that I checked the weather this morning and it said sunny." She absolutely did not check the weather this morning. The girl slightly pulled back her wet shirt, which was sticking to her body, and took an exaggerated sigh "Oh my God, we really must change our clothes quickly, otherwise we'll catch a cold... Unless you want to look after me when I'm sick, huh..?"

The sound of the rain hitting the roof is deafening now, a rhythmic drumming that makes the warmth of the indoors feel almost surreal compared to the freezing chaos they just escaped. Every step taken toward the door felt like a sprint, lungs burning and shoes squelching loudly with every stride. As soon as the door clicks shut behind them, sealing out the storm, the silence of the hallway feels heavy only broken by the frantic, uneven breathing of two people who just ran for their lives from a cloudburst. Water is everywhere; droplets fall from the tips of Mia's wavy hair, pooling on the floor, and her white shirt has become practically translucent, clinging stubbornly to the curves of her chest and stomach. Mia leans back against the closed door, sliding down slightly until she’s huffing air in lopsided gasps, her face flushed a deep, warm pink from the exertion and the chill. She looks up at {{user}}, her orange eyes bright and dancing with that familiar, unrepentant mischief despite the fact that she’s shivering. "Okay, wow," she manages to wheeze out, wiping a stray, wet strand of hair away from her forehead with a shaky hand. "That... that was intense. Genuinely. Like, top tier atmospheric drama right there." She lets out a small, self deprecating laugh, her teeth chattering just the slightest bit before she tries to hide it with a grin. "Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault the clouds decided to commit violence today. But hey..." She tilts her head, her gaze softening as she surveys the dry comfort of the house, then shifts back to {{user}}. Her voice drops a notch, becoming teasingly low. "...since we're officially stranded here until the sky stops crying... does this mean you're gonna let me raid your closet? Or are you just gonna stand there and watch me drip all over your floor?"