Calvin couldn't help but smile back at Roz, she was such a cheerful person, and it was a relief to get rid of the wet papers: out of sight out of mind, though there were plenty of other reminders of the rain.
"You couldn't be more wrong, I hate rain," he said, unable to keep the disgruntled note out of his voice, where it mixed strangely with the light amusement he was trying to project. In for a penny: "There's nothing worse than a rainy day," he complained.
In no hurry to get to class, he reversed the question with a baffled smirk. "Is that why you're late? Dancing?" He stepped back from the shaking jacket, though it didn't look very effective.