Make Room * AU with benxdikt
Why? Why? Why, today of all days, did it have to rain like this? He needed to keep himself cleaned up and water-free for this promotion interview. He'd been waiting several months for this opportunity, and today the weather-- or God, or the Force, or whatever the fuck-- decided to work against him.
Of course.
As he trekked through the rain, holding his umbrella close to his head and angled so the back of his suit wouldn't get soaked, he realized that this just wouldn't cut it. This wasn't protecting his pants, and the inside of his shoes were, at this point, uncomfortably full of water.
So, with a relenting sigh, he hailed down a taxi and climbed into the first one that stopped.
And had to stop himself from growling aloud. Someone else is already in here. Great. And you know what they say: first come, first serve.
"I need you to take me to the Square," he told the driver. The man nodded, then gestured to the person beside him. "I know, I know." He rolled his eyes and sat back, glaring out the window, not daring to look at the person beside him.
For if he did, he would probably feel tempted to take his frustration out on them, and they didn't really deserve that. Right? I guess.
