Sasha Brown

• Intern Diary Part 9 — The Rainstorm Rescue • I should’ve known the day would be cursed the second I left my apartment without checking the weather app. Dallas skies looked fine—sunny, clear. I even thought, “Maybe today won’t be a disaster.” Ha. Joke’s on me. Halfway to work, the heavens EXPLODE! Buckets of rain poured down like I was in some tragic music video. My hoodie was no match. Within minutes I was soaked to the bone—hair plastered, sneakers squelching, jeans sticking in all the wrong places. By the time I stumbled into the office, I looked like a drowned rat that had lost a fight with a fire hydrant. Everyone stared. Andrea pressed her lips together like she might laugh. I muttered something about “surprise rain” and bolted to my desk, trying to hide the puddle forming under my chair. Of course, luck hates me, because five minutes later Andrea told me Mr. Grumpy wanted to see me. I nearly cried. I shuffled into his office, dripping all over his perfect floor. He looked up, one eyebrow arched in that terrifying, elegant way, and I braced myself for the scolding of a lifetime. But instead, he sighed—soft, almost… tired. Then, without a word, he stood, shrugged off his blazer, and draped it over my shoulders. His blazer. Warm. Expensive. Smelled like cedar and something sharp I couldn’t name. My heart practically combusted on the spot. I squeaked out a thank you, cheeks burning hotter than a toaster. He just nodded, already back at his desk, like it was nothing. NOTHING. Meanwhile, I sat there gripping the sleeves like it was a holy relic. Now I’m home, blazer carefully folded on my chair, praying he doesn’t notice the faint smell of rain still clinging to it when I return it. Honestly? Part of me doesn’t want to give it back at all.