The skies were dark grey, but thanks to the dome light that turned in in my car as she climbed in as was able to catch most of the girl's features quickly.
The first thing I noticed as she slipped one leg in was her height. She was tall for her young age [and for a girl], maybe 5'7". Most of the natives were dark-skinned, but this girl was somewhat lighter-skinned, though I'm not saying light-skinned. Her jet-black hair was tied up messily in back and she wore large glasses.
Other than her bare arms, her sari covered most of her body so it was difficult to discern her body type, though she definitely wasn't underweight.
"You're welcome," I replied. "I couldn't just leave you out there in this weather.
"Oh, you must be American!" She said. "I can't see a thing without my glasses, but you sound American."
"I am, " I admitted.
"You must be here on business then."
"You could say that," I answered, looking down at my dress shirt, tie and trousers, my suit jacket on the back seat.
I drove slowly because of the heavy downpour. I was in no hurry. Especially not to get killed. Besides, I was more interested in the girl.