Inconvenience

Puddles

The first time I saw him, it was raining.

School had just finished, and I was on my way home to fix my students' records. In my hand were some test papers I wasn't able to give my students earlier. The little brats rejoiced at not having to take the test. Well, fine. I'll just add an essay portion for them to take tomorrow.

I stand just outside the school, still under its roof, hoping my friend hurries up and gets me before the rain gets stronger. I was thinking of the presentation I had to finish before the end of the week when someone bumped into me. The impact wasn't big enough to make me fall on the small puddles beginning to form, but it was strong enough to knock the papers out of my hand. Which sucks.

I glared at the soaked papers, then glared at the person who bumped into me. He was lying on the ground, trying to stand up. I didn't help him, he deserved it.

My friend arrived at that exact moment. Verone pulled up the car in front of me, unlocking the door. I looked at the soaked papers one more time, then got in the car.

But before the car could start moving, the man who bumped into me yelled out,

"Wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump you! I could print more copies of your papers if you want."

I sighed. I am not in the mood to deal with this. I rolled down the window.

"No, it's fine. Just don't do it again." I said curtly. He looked to be in his mid-20s. I nodded at Verone to get the car moving.

"...I hope this doesn't..." The man muttered. I couldn't care less with what he meant by that so I rolled the window up and opted to forget about him.