"Oh-" Erato looked around as a tall man appeared out of the rain like a white knight. She blinked the water out of her eyes and sniffed.
"My bike broke down," she sobbed. "And its raining, and a van splashed me all over!" Her hair was ruined, dead leaves from the gutter stuck to her sweater, and her makeup delicately smudged. She suddenly got the sense that this man was an immortal, and she looked up again, and saw his lovely kind face, and oh, she hoped he was going to offer to help her.