“Need a ride?” a familiar voice asks. I [F21] look up from my phone to find Tim [M42] staring at me from his black SUV.
“Oh, I’m alright. I’m just waiting for the bus.” I politely decline, waving my umbrella.
“Come on. It’s pouring.” he replies. I check my phone.
Next bus in 20 minutes.
I groan. I hate getting help from people, especially strangers. Well – Tim isn’t exactly a stranger. We have talked a couple of times before during yoga class. Mostly boring small talk about the weather and summer plans, though. I enter his car and am relieved to sink into some heated leather seats after sitting on that cold, hard bench. He drives me home in a comforting silence with the sound of rain tapping against the windows.
“Thank you so much,” I smile before exiting the car.
“Anytime,” he says.
He waits until I am safe in my home before driving away.
*****
“What happened to your friend?” Tim asks with his yoga mat in one hand.
“Oh, Alisha broke her leg while hiking. She unfortunately won’t be joining us for any more classes,” I sigh.