WHO Erato and Alan-a-Dale WHEN Tuesday afternoon WHERE a rainy New York street WHAT Meet cute! WARNINGS cuteness
Erato moaned to herself and stomped her feet as she stood in the rain, looking miserably at her bicycle. How did everything seem to go so wrong at once? The day hadn't looked like rain when she'd left for her appointment at a coffee shop with one of her authors, but she'd just began her cycle home and the skies had just opened up, drenching her in her cute cableknit sweater, pleated skirt, and dark tights and beret, none of which were particularly waterproof.
Her author had gone down a road creating an analogy for Artemis and Apollo in her story as well. Erato suspected that was very heavily due to her own preoccupation of late, spilling out in her work. Apollo still wasn't home, and Artemis still roamed, hunter ever searching for her quarry. And then the chain had come off her bike at an intersection, and a van had driven past, splashing her head to toe with puddle water! She pushed her bike to lean against a wall, stared at it, and burst into tears as raindrops dripped off her eyelashes.