The rain hit hard somewhere between the tube and your flat, and honestly — you were already soaked. So you jumped. Full commitment, both feet, the kind of puddle that sends a satisfying arc of water into the dark. Except the dark had someone standing in it. The water catches him across the side of his coat. You look up, heart dropping — and find a very tall, very recognizable man staring back at you with an expression caught somewhere between disbelief and a laugh he hasn't decided to release yet. Henry Cavill. Here. On this quiet, camera-free street he apparently walks every rainy night for a reason. You've just soaked him. And he doesn't look even slightly angry about it.