She goes in

The door isn’t locked, thankfully. Falling against it is enough to get it open. With a bang, a rush of wind and rain from outside, she stumbles in – all but falling. Definitely catching the attention of the one man here.

Wiping the rain from her eyes, it takes Amy a moment to get a proper look at him. She’d guess about average height, certainly not heavily built, but not skinny either. He has slightly wavy black hair, that was probably pretty neat and tidy before today’s weather got its say. A slightly wide sort of face, with – she thinks, as she looks closer – nice eyes. Thoughtful eyes.

Just – normal, in a lot of ways. He doesn’t look like a serial killer – but, of course, it’s always the last person you expect in those stories, isn’t it?

She realises he was reading as she came in. A book with a fairly plain white cover. He seems almost about to go back to it before suddenly he stands, quickly putting it down on the table, next to – is that a pair of binoculars?

“Oh! Um, you’re, uh — you’ve got kinda…”

She says nothing. Too amused now to let him off the hook as he wriggles.

“It’s raining out there, right?” is the best he can come out with.

“Oh, yeah. I g-guess. A little.” Amy’s sarcasm feels a little undermined by her teeth chattering.

“Sorry! Sorry. Um.” He looks around. “Should be a blanket or something around— wait!”

He pulls off his jacket and rushes forward. Before Amy can think to protest he’s wrapping it around her shoulders – a mantle of dry warmth. She hadn’t realised how much she was shivering until she has to fight to keep the coat on her.

“Th-thank you.” She has no snark left all of a sudden. Huddling up, she draws the borrowed coat around you. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, uh— Colin. I’m Colin. Nice to meet you.”

“Colin.” She nods. “I’m Amy. G-glad someone was here.”

Well, she is glad now, after being afraid that— he doesn’t need to know that.

“W-wonder if we’ve seen each other on the trail out there,” she muses. “You d-do a lot of hiking?”

“Me?” Colin shakes his head. “Oh, no. I’m here for the birds. Great tits.”

“Y-you—” Amy feels a flush of heat in her cheeks, a sharp intake of breath – before it all clicks. Book and binoculars. “You mean. Right.”

“This is pretty much the only part of the country you can see them.” All innocence. Nothing but polite concern in his expression, just yet…

She watches his eyes. Wondering what she’s given away with her expression; the immature smirk she can’t keep away. Slowly, a kind of gravity pulls his gaze downward. Amy’s eyes follow his to confirm that her shirt is all but see-through now, clinging to the curves of her boobs, the outline of her bra straps proud against the thin wet fabric.

Her glance lets him know she noticed. His face colours adorably. Sudden panic and guilt. But at the same time, Amy lets her own eyes roam.

She’ll it to having done some idle iring at the gym, of the hardcore regulars with their toned-to-shredded physiques – yes, even the ones whose asshole attitudes ended up driving her away. Colin doesn’t look like them, but he’s fit in a…much more comfortable way. Comfortable in the sense that he seems to be happy in his own skin without trying to live up to some magazine-cover ideal, and comfortable in the sense that the little extra padding looks great for cuddling up…

Now where did that come from? Must be the cold and the wet getting to her, surely.