It started raining when he drove home.

Switching on the wipers, he watched as the raindrops fell on his windshield, blurring the neon lights in the city.

The night grew darker.

Mason drove for another five minutes when he saw a white Maserati pulled over by the side of the road. A lady was opening the hood of the car with an umbrella in her hand. She took a look at the engine and went back to her car.

It was Zoe.

Stepping on the brakes lightly, he pulled over by her car. Then, he looked