He'd always been quite comfortable in the rain. It gave him a breather from his young charges before he snapped and turned them all into tiny Slayer action figures.
A man hurriedly hopped over puddles and offered to escort Andrew somewhere dry. Concern was written across his handsome features as he held an umbrella over them both.
Andrew smiled. Looking like a bedraggled puppy brought out the white knight in some people, particularly lovely young men who offered him coffee (and sometimes much more) to warm him up.
open_on_sunday — challenge #148: rain
Part of the London!verse