Lightning had just struck, it had startled me. Moments ago, the sun was shinning down on me. I looked up, the sky had suddenly turned grey. A drop of rain hit the tip of my nose. And now it was heavily raining. I started to run until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked be hide.

"Do you want to share my umbrella?" The stranger asked. His appearance made my pulse quicken. He belonged in a men's magazine. No, he didn't. I couldn't compare him to a model. I gazed at his questioning green eyes and suddenly realized I hadn't replied.

"Well?" The stranger asked again. I was an idiot. I couldn't spit out the words.

"Huh?"All I managed to say.

"I asked if you would want to share my umbrella, you look awfully wet." The handsome stranger replied. I looked down at my clothes and had now noticed my long hair and clothes were soaked.

"Um, okay, I-I s-suppose s-so…" I finally said.

"Okay then." The stranger said. He walked beside me and lifted the umbrella a bit higher.

"You're headed to the Bus stop right?" The stranger asked. I was in shock.

"H-how-w did you-u know that-t-?" I questioned him.

"Ahh, because the bus stop is only a few blocks away." The stranger replied. I felt utterly stupid. We walked side by side together, passing buildings, we were nearly there.

I had a strange feeling. I was surprised that it was the first time I had taken a walk with a man. Not with my dad, he left me and my mum when I was only a baby. Indeed, this stranger was a man. He looked as if he was in his early twenties. And I was only sixteen. So what if we had an age barrier? What was I thinking? He wasn't my boyfriend or something. He was just a friendly person who offered to share his umbrella. Was he really? How much did I know about him? I knew nothing about him.

"Umm, I just remembered I parked my car here in this street." The stranger said. So, now he was going to leave me to walk alone in the rain. For some reason, I felt strangely sad. Maybe, if he was really kind he would give me his umbrella. But that was not the reason why I had felt strangely sad. I did not want to admit myself the reason why. It was because I felt an attraction between us and he was going to go. I didn't reply to the stranger but kept walking by his side looking out for his car parked somewhere. I peeked at the stranger and wanted to slap myself. Had I forgotten that he was older than me? I felt an attraction between us, I was going to puke. I was feeling sick to the stomach.

I suddenly spotted his car and we both stopped walking. It was a Mercedes. So, he was rich.

"Um, you don't have to walk in the rain. I can give you a lift, if you like?" The stranger asked kindly. He looked at me. I gazed at his dreamy green eyes.

"You look really sick." The stranger said.

"I have a stomach ache." I was surprised that I didn't mumble. I did have a stomach ache…. caused by butterflies and other things that made me feel very wrong. I thought I was going to puke right at him.

"You look green. I really should give you a lift." The stranger replied.

"Okay." I said quietly holding my stomach.

The stranger opened the door for me. I got inside and strapped my seatbelt on. It was warmer in here. I was feeling a bit better. He walked around the car and got in. He strapped his seatbelt on and started the engine. Taking a ride in a Mercedes was way better than catching the train. The car moved swiftly along the wet road.

"You still look sick. Here's a bottle of water." He handed me.

"Thank-k you." The bottle of water was half way filled. I took sips and tried to relax. The nausea and stomach ache was slowing fading. Suddenly, I realized I hadn't told him my address.

"I live in 16…"

"167 Glenville road…" He disrupted. I was in real shock. Stalker? Pedophile?

"How-w did you know? I asked angrily.

"Ah, oh… I know your mum Mrs. Ashton. Umm… Your mother knows my mother, there friends. My mother and I visited once; she had to pick up something. And your mother Mrs. Ashton said she had a daughter Elena and showed us a photograph of you. You were out somewhere at that time. And I guess, I've finally met you Elena." It was the longest speech I've heard him say.

"And why haven't you said this to me when we met?" I questioned.

"I guess, I was in a hurry. It was raining of course."