Could there be a bigger fool? Who stands in the rain, waiting for a girl that doesn't even like him that way? Or probably doesn't like him that way.

Her class was done ten minutes ago, and she should have been out by now. Her text was pretty clear - she just needed someone to help her carry her stuff to the car. He was close, he had an umbrella, he was an idiot, and he loved her. The perfect combination.

He supposed that she knew how he felt, that she was just... what? Taking advantage of him? Maybe. He shook his head, knowing that he should talk to her and clear the air or something.

Or something. And when she said, "Oh, I'm sorry, but I just don't feel that way about you.", he'd have to let go of even this pathetic little bit of hope.

The door opened and she came out. Rain splashed on her upturned face for just a moment before she lowered her eyes and saw him. She smiled. He smiled, then felt like a fool.

"Here I am."