Jarvis

"Excuse me," he begins, his voice a little hesitant "My phone's about to die, and I really need to call a ride. I was at the library, working late, and completely misjudged the weather." "If it's okay for you, i really appreciated it." He gestures to his soaked clothes, a mixture of expensive-looking jeans and a slightly rumpled button-down shirt. The water runs off him in little rivulets.