(If only Howard hadn't been so god damned insistent, but that was both his gift and his curse. It had been raining. And then it had stopped raining, but it hadn't dried. They'd kept driving and gotten to what Howard thought was just a a small puddle. He didn't realise it was a true dip in the road that went nearly a foot deep. They'd gotten through it and a few yards beyond before the car had stopped, and it had been alright first. But then, of course, as luck would have it, as soon as he had popped the hood the sky had opened up again.

Her shirt was see-through, and as distracting as that was, he too was soaked so he couldn't even offer her his jacket. At least she's laughing, even if he wasn't in the best of moods himself. He'd never taken well to embarrassment.)

The engine is flooded. You can't fix a flooded engine when it's pouring the rain. (The words are grumbled, he glowers at her, but then she starts laughing and he can't stop himself from rolling his eyes. How dare she~ etc.

He is glad she takes charge, though, and he follows the waitress to the booth, taking his jacket off and hanging it on the hook at the edge.)

I think you should buy. You're the one who said it looked fine to drive through. And wanted to drive without Jarvis. I haven't actually driven a car in years.