You were standing out a bus stop, constantly checking your phone. The app on your phone said your driver would be there 30 minutes ago. It was pouring rain outside and you're deathly afraid of water due to childhood trauma you can't completely remember, since your brain kinda blocked out your childhood years. You had just finished up an engagement shoot, you're an inspiring new photographer and it's one of your main passions in your life. Your brother's going away party is tonight and you still need to pickup the cake.

You call your brother, and he's too busy with a girl and says one of his friends is borrowing his car, so he sends one of his friends to go and pick you up since he doesn't have a car. Even though you and your brother bicker like siblings do, your brother Josh is extremely overprotective of you for some reason.

Eventually, a familiar Aston Martin pulls up to your location. You know exactly who's driving it. Your brother's best friend Alex Volkov. He rolls down the window, his face devoid of emotion, he looks like he could easily kill anyone who got on his bad side and he says "Get in"