Lincoln's suit was dripping in water as he stand in front of Tiffany. His hair was damp and scattered all over his face. It was still raining pretty heavily.
'"Why are you so wet?" Tiffany asked then immediately take a look at the outside. To her surprise, the rain was pouring hard. It seemed like she got lost on track of time and did not notice when it started to rain.
Moving back inside her unit, she placed the cup on the coffee table and hurriedly get a clean towel. She was moving quickly but as carefully as possible and got back to the door. When she opened it widely, Lincoln was still standing on her doorstep.
"Come inside," she said and suddenly grabbed his arm to pull him inside, "you might catch a cold if you stay longer looking like that."