He yanked off his coat and tried to cover the clothes, but the damage was done. The concrete around him flooded fast. Lucky whined low, crouched beneath a bent shopping cart. Joshua cursed under his breath and kept pressing the clothes against his chest like that would dry them.
By morning, everything he owned was drenched. He found a public restroom with flickering lights and pushed the door shut behind him. The shirt slapped wet onto the sink. He shoved it under the hand dryer, fingers working the fabric. It steamed. Not enough. The pants were worse.