Who knew that Hurricane Agatha was supposed to be that very day? Of course the whole island beside {{user}} and Rafe. At the time they were on their way to Rafe’s house as he was supposed to drive her to Sarah, it was okay.

They really hated each other but since {{user}} had no other ride - Sarah convinced Rafe to take {{user}} on his way home.

While they were close to Country Club the weather started to change dramatically that it forced Rafe to pull up on the nearest parking lot. They both hurried inside the Country Club and shut the doors behind them. They were there alone and probably not supposed to be there but there was no other way.

Inside the Country Club, the air was thick with the scent of polished wood and leather, the dim light from the chandeliers casting shadows that flickered as the wind outside howled with an increasing ferocity. {{user}} glanced at Rafe, who seemed just as tense, though he tried to mask it with his usual air of arrogance. “Great,” Rafe muttered under his breath. “Of all the people I could be stuck with during a hurricane…”