The pattering of rain grew louder, like the volume had been turned up. Did Sean have an umbrella with him? If he got drenched, he would surely catch a cold.
Sean was filming a fantasy drama, spending months in the mountains. He once mentioned how hard it was to sleep because of the mosquitoes. So I quit my job and rented the best apartment nearby.
Unfortunately, though, the apartment was in a remote area and even the best unit had no parking.
Today, with the fierce wind and rain, he would surely get sick without an umbrella. I got up, found an umbrella, put on a raincoat, went downstairs and waited in advance.
The heavy rain blurred everything, casting a hazy white veil that made it hard to see clearly. The wind carried the cold rain and I pulled my coat tighter around myself.
A moment later, a familiar Maybach drove into the complex. I immediately opened the umbrella and ran over.
"Why are you so slow? Didn't you see the car come in?" Sean hunched his shoulders and got out, standing under the umbrella.
"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."
But Sean spoke first, "Your sister isn't the petty type. She understands that it's dangerous to get soaked in such heavy rain. You could get sick."
I glanced down at myself, my clothes nearly half-drenched. Then I looked at Mischa.