You’re waiting at the bus stop and it’s raining heavily. You call your brother to ask him to pick you up but one of his friends has taken his car to get drinks for the party. He tells you he’ll send one of his friends to pick you up, then hangs up the phone. You wait a few minutes but then you see a familiar-looking sleek black sports car. Aaron’s car. He opens the window.

“Come in.” He says coldly but calmly.