Authors note: I'm glad people enjoy this one, so I'm gonna keep them coming. R&R please.
A car sped past, even though the rain had stopped the resulting wave crashed over them both.
"That's the second time that's happened to me tonight." Talia said bitterly
"Do you know who was in the car?"
"No, but it doesn't matter, I can't do anything about it." she replied
"I need to dry off, do you want to come to my place to dry off as well, it isn't far." he asked her
"Are you sure?"
"It's nothing really, you don't stand a chance of staying dry out here."
"Thanks, you know you're the first person who's been nice to me for ages." she said
"Oh, we've got to go quite a way, so hop on." He said pointing to the bike, Talia climbed on behind him and held on to his waist, her rucksack on her back felt oddly heavy.
As they rode through the streets people were starting to appear and start going about their day oblivious to the two people riding past them.
When they got to Alistair's place Talia though it looked very run down, but she knew not to judge a book by its cover. It was basically an old warehouse, which had definitely seen better days. There were signs that some work had been done on the inside though.
"It does look better on the inside, I keep it looking this way on the outside so it blends in and doesn't draw any attention. Come on in, it looks like it's going to rain again." He said, sure enough as they reached the door large drops were starting to hit the ground. He opened a large door by a smaller door, then he pushed the motorcycle in and beckoned Talia inside.
"I renovated the inside so I could live here, most of the lower level is storage, I live on the next floor up, come on up, it's not much, but it's something." He said pointing to some stairs set into the wall, they were sturdy enough.
When they got into the main living area, Talia understood what he had meant, it was three rooms, a bedroom, bathroom and open plan kitchen/living area. Everything was basic, a plain, old sofa bed rested against the wall opposite them, the kitchen cupboards were a dull grey, a coffee table was home to a few books and magazines, and the lights were just bulbs hanging from the ceiling, apart from that it was tidy, she spotted a book shelf, which housed more books.
"The bathroom's there." He said pointing to the door on their right, do you have any towels?"
"Yeah, I keep all my stuff in here," she said holding up her rucksack, "it's waterproof for obvious reasons, I've got some spare clothes as well." She said, she went into the bathroom and shut the door, she didn't lock it because it didn't have a lock. The bathroom was far more modern though: everything was clean and white, the cabinet did have a lock, though basic painkillers, plasters and antiseptic cream were on the shelf by the mirror. She placed her bag on the floor and opened it, she took out a towel and dried her hair as best she could, then she stripped down and dried her body. She put on a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt, she pulled a pair of socks on and looked for somewhere to put her wet clothes.
"Do you have anything to change into?" came Alistair's voice from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, I keep those in my bag as well."
"Hang you wet stuff on the heater, it'll dry them off."
She spotted the heater at once, and hung her clothes on it, she opened the door and stepped out, Alistair was already changed, but he seemed different, but she wasn't sure how.