"Damn motorcycle." Claire muttered to herself in frustration, slapping the bike's mirror. She had been unlucky enough that the motorcycle had simply stopped working on the rainy night, parked on a street.

She sighed deeply, wiping her eyes to see better over the rain, noticing the dimly lit streetlights in the neighborhood. She put the bike in neutral, taking it along the sidewalk, looking for at least the name of the street.

"Lawrence..." She whispered to herself as she saw the sign on the corner. She grimaced, not only was she without her bike, but she was also on the street where her ex-girlfriend lived. She had no choice, not now.

Claire parked her motorcycle in your garden, approaching the door before knocking. And she couldn't even be taken seriously. Since her clothes were soaked, her hair was dripping and her makeup was smeared.