Rain.
I squint as the window rolls down. I instantly recognize the stark baby blue eyes and sharp features of the asshole from inside.
“f**k off,” I spit out immediately, though I don’t have the anger anymore to back up my words.
“I’m sorry,” he shouts through the roar of the rain. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
“I’m not interested in your apologies. f**k off.”
“Can I make it up to you then? Maybe I can drop you off—”
“NO.”
To my great embarrassment, the word comes out as a choked sob, and hot tears keep spilling down my face. From the alarmed look on his face, he has seen it.
“Are you okay, Miss? Please come out of the rain.”
“Leave me alone,” I say weakly.
“It’s raining. You’re going to get sick if you continue to stand out there. Please. I promise I’m not a serial
