"The rain was too heavy, it was hard to see …" I explained, reaching to take his arm so we could quickly head into the apartment.
But in the next second, Sean brushed me aside, took the umbrella from my hand and walked straight to the passenger side.
It was then that I noticed he had brought someone back with him. It was Mischa.
Sean held the umbrella with one hand and wrapped his arm around Mischa as they ran ahead. "Krystal, close the car door!" he shouted.
Back in the apartment, before I could even take off my raincoat, I heard Sean urgently calling me. "Bring me a new towel!" he demanded.
I quickly fetched a towel and instinctively went to wipe the rain off Sean.
"Why are you wiping me? Can't you see that Mischa's clothes are half-soaked? What if she catches a cold?" He grabbed the towel, worried that if he didn't dry her fast enough, she would immediately fall ill.
"Sorry, Krystal," Mischa apologized softly. "It suddenly started raining heavily. I had nowhere to hide, so I got into Sean's car to wait it out. But the rain got worse, so he offered to bring me home. Sorry for not telling you in advance."
I was about to politely say, "It's fine."