Celeste flashes a quick, professional smile. “No,” she says, also loudly. “Thanks for showing me everything. It’s nice to see how it all looks put together!”

She gets up quickly, bumping right into a college student rushing to meet her friends at the door. Books and papers fly from the student’s hands, along with her iced latte, which splashes all over the place. The girl’s friends gasp.

“Shit,” says Celeste.

I bend down to help the girl pick up her stuff. When I glance up again, Celeste is dabbing her chest with napkins from our table. My eyes automatically follow her hand and holy crap… her white shirt has gone sheer with the icy liquid, exposing the lacy bra she has underneath. I’m instantly turned on but also mortified for her. Neither of us has anything to cover her up. Since we’re so close to my friends’ place, I didn’t bother bringing a jacket.

“Hurry up!” says one of the other students at the door. “We’re going to miss the bus!”

“I’m so sorry,” the girl says. “But I have to go, bye!”

The student runs to her friends, leaving Celeste and me to stare at each other. Celeste has gotten as much of the stain out as she can, which unfortunately isn’t much. She wraps her arms around herself and shivers.

I don’t have to look out the window to know it’s still pouring outside. The rain is a steady drum that accompanies the café music, like it’s part of the track.

“Did you drive here?” I try.

She shakes her head. “No. I took public transportation. Didn’t want to deal with all the traffic and parking.”

A quick glance tells me Celeste didn’t bring an umbrella, like I did. I would just walk her to the train stop with mine, but she’s already shivering now from the iced coffee. And she lives on the other side of the peninsula, so a rideshare car will not only be expensive but also take forever because of the rain and afternoon traffic.

We look at each other for a long moment, and I want to groan in frustration. This is what I get for not picking somewhere that’s more in between the two of us.

“Do you want to come over to my place?” I finally ask. “It’s a five minutes’ walk away. I’ll lend you a shirt. And maybe an umbrella, too, if it keeps raining.”

Celeste raises her eyebrows. “Are you sure you’d be okay with that?”

“I can’t in good conscience let you go across the city like this,” I say. “Besides, I live with my friends, and they’ll be home. It’ll be fine.”