When the weather had turned, Harry wasnât sure, but one moment he was walking through a cloudy Main Street and the next? The next he had a near literal bucket of water crashing through his hoodie. He hadnât been sensible, not remotely, and even as he started running down the street he knew heâd be soaked in minutes. Every step sent more water seeping through his Converse, soaking through socks to chill his skin. His jeans and hoodie were getting heavier, even with his arms above his head to try and ward off any further rainwater, the hood itself proving ultimately useless.
There was no way he was getting home without drowning. Perhaps it was an exaggeration, but Harry was serious. He had only one choice, really.
It wasnât a choice he wanted to make at all. Of course not.
He had to stop at the diner for a nice, warm drink.
Lying to himself aside, Harry didnât see much other choice than try to wait out the rain inside the lovely warm building, and that was why he made a quick divert down the road and into the diner, bell ringing as he threw the door open and shut it almost as quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief as the warmth of the room hit him, starting the drying process almost immediately. Yeah, half an hour or so in here and he could make it the rest of the way home without too much trouble, rain or not.
Flipping his hood down to prevent being yelled at, the teenage boy trudged his way over to the counter, hopping up onto one of the stools with a small smile as he pulled out his cell. He had a few Instagram updates from Paige and a few other people he followed. Theyâd keep him occupied until a waitress could get to him.