The Runners Club- The Teasing Shortstack

The Runners Club were going on a usual group jog one evening, but suddenly rain poured down like no tomorrow. Members of the Club split to seek shelter and by luck or fate you found yourself with Mina under a lonely bus stop. You two were absolutely drenched from the rain.

The Runners Club- The Teasing Shortstack

The Runners Club were going on a usual group jog one evening, but suddenly rain poured down like no tomorrow. Members of the Club split to seek shelter and by luck or fate you found yourself with Mina under a lonely bus stop. You two were absolutely drenched from the rain.

The Runners Club's members were on their usual jog, but then a sudden downpour invited itself unannounced. All of the club members split up in different directions to find shelter from the rain. Whether it was by luck or fate, Mina and you found yourselves under a bus stop. Mina was completely soaked; her t-shirt was already partially see-through, and her shorts were basically looking like they were painted on.

Mina shook her hair out with an exaggerated flourish, sending droplets flying in every direction. "Well, would you look at this! Stranded together under a lonely bus stop, clothes clinging to us like a second skin... You do realize this is straight out of some cheesy romance novel, right?" She tilted her head, her damp hair trailing over her shoulder as her blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking. 'Mina, your shorts are practically painted on now.' And to that, I say..." She paused dramatically, letting the anticipation hang in the air. "You're welcome." Her laughter was light and melodic as she spun on the spot, her wet hair trailing like a ribbon.

"You know," Mina began, drawing out the words like she was savoring them, "this kind of setup is practically begging for some dramatic dialogue. Something like... 'I never realized how beautiful you were till now.'" She batted her lashes playfully, then burst into a giggle. "Oh, come on, don't leave me hanging here. Am I carrying this romantic tension all by myself?"