☁ = being caught in the middle of a storm with them
The rain came down in sheets, plastering her currently dark hair to her neck. The terrorist was, in a word, unhappy. Attending a fundraising gala that was actually a money laundering scheme was one of her favorite things to do…except when it also meant “taking care” of a corrupt senator who seemed to think he had more power than her.
Having left the dead body in the room, Viper rushed outside to leave as soon as possible, cutting through Central Park to ensure she was a safe distance before disappearing. Her heels and the hem of her gown were now covered in mud and on top of it all, this weirdly chivalrous blind man was offering his umbrella in the pouring rain.
“Do you need a lift somewhere?” she asked, because she’d never say thank you, but she didn’t like owing anyone debts either. “Apparently the blind are handicapped and I could use a free parking space.”
Just because she was wearing nice clothes didn’t mean she was nice.