Silver Creek from keyboard man in a rocking ska band

god, was it cold. all that he could think as he dove after the idiot was that he was really peeved the drowning rat wasn't a beautiful woman. surely, his act of heroic selflessness would have shone a better light on the softer mind of a female. he would have emerged from the creek just like a drizzling adonis – there would have been none who could turn away from the sight of him.

instead, he latched his teeth to the scruff of the dumbbell who had fallen in and rose him out of the current. harrison tossed him onto the shore with a huff before he followed. his coat was sopping wet and his entire frame was shivering from the chill of it. the pale glint of his gaze latched onto the stranger just as he had spoken. it was then that he wondered if the wayfarer had lost some of his marbles in the plunge.

“what were you thinking? you'd have been washed out to sea,” harrison snorted, coughing water from the back of his throat and shaking his head.