JULIA
I blinked, snapping out of whatever daze I’d been in. The man was still staring at me, waiting for an explanation.
I shook my head and turned to his car. I didn’t know much about brands and all that stuff, but this seemed like a pretty nice car.
I cleared my throat and faced him once more.
“I’m wet,” I blurted out.
The guy raised an eyebrow, his confusion deepening. “Huh?”
I hurriedly gestured to myself, my soaked dress clinging to me uncomfortably. “I mean, I’m wet—like, literally. As you can see.”
His confusion changed to mild amusement for a second.
“Is that okay?” I added quickly, desperate to fill the silence.
Then, his confusion returned just as it left. He tilted his head to the side. “Why would that matter?” he asked.
My lips parted in surprise. “Oh, you’re so
