Page 58 of Say Something
Just as we pulled up to the dock, the sky opened and rain poured down on us. It was like that dock scene inThe Notebook, and there was no sense in rushing because we couldn’t possibly have gotten any more drenched than we already were. My jeans stuck to my legs like a second skin, and I was certain my pale pink t-shirt was see-through. As I caught Danny staring, I decided it definitely was.
We jumped out of the boat, and I grabbed what I could carry to his truck. He worked on pulling the boat up the dock and onto the bank. It was a rental, so he had to drag it back to the rental shack, where someone was waiting to receive it.
Moments later, we were sitting in his truck in the parking lot, soaking wet, staring out the windshield at the deluge of water.
I looked over at Danny. Water dripped off his hat, now a darker green from being saturated. He looked completely dejected, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
He slowly turned his head towards me. “You think this is funny?” He asked.
I nodded. “Isn’t it?”
He smiled and shook his head. “I just wanted today to be perfect.”
“Then you shouldn’t have taken me fishing,” I told him.
At that, he laughed. “You’re right.”
