Run for the window!

With her umbrella lost, Lucy had **** but to shield her face with her hands and keep going. Rounding the other corner of the building, she finally found the window.

Grasping the bottom of the window, she thrust it open. Climbing through the window, she was halfway in when the faulty window slid shut, trapping her lower half outside. While rain assaulted her soaked legs, Lucy writhed around in an attempt to escape. She couldn't get any leverage to push the window up in her position.

Soaked and frustrated, Lucy strained against the wall with her hands. She made a little progress and was able to get a grip on the massive desk. Pulling with all her might, her body came tumbling through the window. One foot still caught, she kicked up the window and pulled it out before it slammed shut.

Lucy picked herself up. She was drenched to the bone and dripping on the office carpet. Even her underwear was soaked. Her apron, shirt, and... skirt? Her skirt had vanished entirely. Not that she cared now that she had her jeans back.

Looking at her dry pants, all her stuff was there - her phone, wallet, and keys. She grabbed her lanyard with her keys and slung it around her damp neck. She wasn't taking any chances with them.

Not wanting to get her jeans wet, Lucy left them where they were while searching for something to dry herself off. She opened the office door from the inside and began to explore the kitchen, picking at her dripping clothes as she went. She sure was ready to get out of these wet clothes.

In fact, no one would ever know if she hung some of them to dry while she was looking. Unknotting her apron, Lucy freed herself from the garment. She tossed it onto a counter where it slapped against it, heavy with water. Removing her shirt, she was a bit more careful to drape it over a chair.

Lucy had never been without this many clothes in the diner kitchen; it was exciting. She was invigorated, feeling like she was getting away with something she shouldn't. So invigorating that when she kicked her sneaker off, she kicked a bit too hard and flung it directly into a bag of flour. Flour rained down from above while Lucy attempted to protect herself with her arms to little success.

"That's just great," Lucy said to herself, surveying the mess she had just made. "Didn't expect I'd be soaking wet and covered in flour in my underwear today."

Lucy supposed she could try the shower in the basement. Lucy had never used it because she never had a reason to. Besides, it was an open shower, and she wasn't about to put herself at that kind of risk when someone could potentially see her. But now, it could be convenient. Then again, she could always go back out in the rain.