"Insert obligatory introduction sentance here"

I figued that this was a good place to post this story that I'm working on, so here is a sample of one of the scenes. Not violent, but i needed scenes with characters that didn't involve death and destruction. I think it sets a change of pace that is quite refreshing. If anyone has any critisism, I'll listen to them, I might not act on it, but i'll listen.

Bus Stop
by patrick Ridout

As the downpour began, they broke out in a sprint. Still, by the time they reached the shelter of the bus stop, they had been soaked. Hair dripping, they panted together as water ran off their clothes in small runnels. Reaching for a cigarette, the box damp but still workable, Gabriel prayed that his lighter wasn't soaked through. Luckily, it wasn't. Lightning flashed in response to the flick of flint against steel.

"You look like a wet dog."

He stared at Sarah in disbelief. As wet as she was, he couldn't have been any worse. The drenched shirt clung to her like a second skin. Her dark hair curled in response to the saturated air. He looked at her, noticing that with the clinging shirt, he could make out the details of the bra that she wore. She caught him looking and playfully hit him in the chest. The contact made a squelching noise as water leaked around her fist.

"See something you like?"

He didn't say a word, just pulled his cigarette from his lips and blew a cloud of smoke that wreathed his head in the enclosed space.

The torrent of rain continued. He stared out, barely able to make out the buildings across the street. Collapsing on the bench in the back, he sighed. The bright yellow of the ad pasted onto the side of the stop was jarring in comparison to the grey of the rain world that they seemed to exist in. He grunted as she plopped down on his lap, curling into a ball on top of him.

"Mmmm...warm." She cooed.

Resigning himself to the role of heater, he pulled his soaking coat over her. She nearly disappeared in the tan folds of the sopping wet material.

He looked down. Now this was a wet dog. Her big brown eyes, so like a puppy's stared up at him through a mass of tangled hair. He laughed.

"What?"

He didn't respond, knowing how she would react. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her, engulfing her lips with his. She hesitated a moment, the old fear of being intimate in public rising in her, but then melted in his arms and returned it.