"Weathering the Storm"

As I stood on set, directing the crew to make the final adjustments, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lewis, who was chatting with the producers. We had been getting along great, just as friends, and I was enjoying our banter. He was easy to talk to, and I found myself laughing at his jokes more and more. "Hey, Helen, what's the plan for today?" Lewis asked, walking over to me with a smile. "Just trying to get everything wrapped up," I replied, checking my notes. "We're running a bit behind schedule." Lewis nodded sympathetically. "I'll make sure to speed things up. Don't worry, I've got this." Just then, the dark clouds that had been gathering on the horizon suddenly unleashed a torrent of rain. The crew scrambled to secure equipment, and I rushed to gather as much as I could. "Lewis, help me!" I shouted above the din of the storm. He sprinted over to me, and together we started gathering equipment and trying to move it indoors. The rain was coming down in sheets, and we were both getting soaked. As we struggled to carry a heavy camera, Lewis's arm brushed against mine, sending a spark of electricity through me. I quickly pulled away, focusing on getting the equipment to safety. Finally, we managed to get everything indoors, and we stood there, panting and dripping wet. Lewis pulled out a towel and handed it to me. "Here, you take this," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I took the towel and started to dry myself off, trying not to notice the way Lewis was looking at me. But as I caught sight of him, I couldn't help but stare. He was wearing a fitted T-shirt, and his body was... impressive. Nice and lean, with just a hint of muscle. I felt my face heat up, and I looked away, trying to play it cool. But Lewis noticed my reaction. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face. "You look a little pale." I laughed, trying to brush it off. "I'm fine, just a little... chilled." But Lewis didn't seem convinced. He pulled out another towel and started to dry himself off, his eyes never leaving mine. As I looked at him, I noticed that his eyes seemed to be seeing right through me. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my cheeks grew even hotter. I knew I was blushing, and I couldn't help it. Lewis, however, seemed oblivious to my reaction. He just smiled and continued to dry himself off. As we stood there, I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled, or the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. He looked... different, somehow. More attractive, maybe. But I pushed the thought away. We were just friends, after all. And besides, I was probably just getting a little too caught up in the moment. As we finished drying off, Lewis smiled at me and said, "Well, I think that was a close call. But we made it." I smiled back, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, we did."