It is raining. It is raining pretty hard; Luna has had no idea that it could rain so hard in Buenos Aires especially in spring, but whatever. She's walking home, because it's not really cold, she was at Nina's new place, just right after she moved in with her long time boyfriend Gastón - or so Luna knows; she is living here just for two or three months and met Nina when she got lost at campus of her new uni.
Moving to Buenos Aires wasn't really planned thing, but when Sharon Benson wants shit, she has to get shit, and she wanted her long lost niece closer (under control). That's why Luna had to change all her plans and go to university of Buenos Aires. At least she got to choose her career - the same she planned in Cancun and yeah, that's the biggest pro. There is also her grandfather she earned, Alfredo, and so far they are cool and they always sneak all chocolates from the kitchen together. Luna's lowkey cousin Ámbar seems chill as well, if she talked more than hi and bye it would be nice, but it's not like brunette is any sad because of that.
Anyway right now rain is falling on her head, or would be if she didn't put her jean shirt over herself to minimize the damage. It's going pretty well so far and Luna just waits until she can find herself in her home, put on fuzzy socks and snuggle under the warm blanket or two. Suddenly Luna can hear car going quickly and she closes her eyes trying to get as away from the road as possible, yet it does nothing because despite the car slowing down a little she gets hit by wave of more cold water and her flowery dress is completely soaked. Just like her hair. And her everything.
She throws her jean shirt at the car frustrated and it stops. She sees that it starts to go backwards, there is no place to hide and all Luna can think about is oh fuck.
Brunette bites on her lower lip super anxious when the car, super, super expensive black car, is next to her, but she tries to walk. The window opens, automatically of course, and she doesn't even dare to look.
"Hey, you, you threw your shirt at my car. That was extra rude of you." Luna hears some guy talking. She stands in the place and crosses her arms pouting.
"Don't tell me what is rude after you splashed all water on me." Her pout grows and the guy sighs looking at her through his sunglasses.
"But you threw your shirt at my car. It could destroy something, you know that?" He raises his eyebrows at her and looks from above his sunglasses. Luna sighs to herself, because assholes are always hot and she is cursed today. "I will be probably sick for walking home completely soaked. So I guess it's the same."
The guy rolls his eyes and leans to open the passenger door. "Get in the car."
Luna chokes and stared with wide eyes at him. "What?"
"Get in the car before I change my mind." He sounds annoyed and brunette wants to kick tire of his car or some shit but she would probably break her toes.
"Why would I do that? Maybe you are not only asshole, but also a creep?"
He snorts and takes the sunglasses off so she can see his face fully. Damn.
"I am not a creep, but like you said you will be sick and I don't want to feel bad later about making some poor girl sick." She sighs dramatically at this and looks around. "Come on, this guy behind me is getting impatient. Plus I don't have that much time either."
Luna gives up with a snort and gets into the car closing the door as she is sitting. She is actually trembling and the guy notices it immediately, so he turns on the heater.
"I am Matteo, if you care to call me different than asshole of course." He says looking in the mirrors and starting the car. Luna nods when he is still looking at her and she starts playing with her fingers nervously, not sure what to do. So far the road is all straight, there is no car in front of them and Matteo is holding the steering wheel with only one of his hands.
