Cammila glanced at Shane briefly. She saw that Shane was indeed soaking wet from head to toe. His shirt clung tightly to his burly body and his expensive leather shoes were soaked in water. Half of her heart began to melt. Cammila appreciated Shane's efforts to approach her at the bus stop. Shane could have stayed in his dry, warm car, instead of walking through the pouring rain to get to her at the bus stop.

“Cami. Let us go home."

"Where's the umbrella?"

“I didn't bring it. That's why I'm ...