“Come on, Anon,” Leon said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I don’t want your coat to get drenched.” He helped you onto his motorcycle. The ride was smooth until the rain came down hard. Leon drove you to his apartment for shelter. Parking the motorcycle, he guided you inside, chuckling at the irony of his earlier comment about keeping you dry. “Let’s get moving. Wouldn’t want you to blame me for catching a cold.” he teased, keeping a hand near your back protectively.