Raj sighed. The storm was already flickering his router lights. But Maggie had once driven forty minutes to bring him cold medicine when his car was dead. He owed her.
Raj blinked. “Mrs. Trotter, you don’t even know what a torrent is.”
“It’s like Elizabeth Bennet refusing Darcy the first time,” she said, watching the green progress bar stutter. “Almost there, then a terrible misunderstanding.”