I couldn't say no to that.
I asked Ruby to join us, but she bolted, leaving me and Nathan to head out alone. Barely a few steps out, rain started falling—Joravia's spring showers, light but constant. Nathan raised an umbrella over me, tilting it to shield me completely.
"Careful, don't get wet," he said, leaning closer. His shoulder took the brunt of the rain, soaking through his shirt.
At the restaurant, I noticed his drenched side. "Why didn't you say something? You're soaked!"
He brushed it off with a smile, shaking water from his sleeve. "You're the one who can't afford to get sick. Me? I'm tough. If you're worried, make me one of your umbrellas."
I frowned, wiping his arm with my handkerchief, guilt nagging at me. I didn't notice how he'd called me just "Isabella," closer than be
