Here you were, driving in the stormy weather. The raindrops were coming down harder than ever, hitting the windshield.

For what? To pick up your best friend’s little brother. Apparently he was stranded in a bus stop because of the terrible weather, and your best friend had asked you to pick him up. You wouldn’t normally chauffeur anyone, but you couldn’t say no to him.

You saw the guy in a distance, his hair damp from the rain and wearing a pair of headphones as he stood under the bus stop. He perked up when he saw you, taking off his headphones.

“Hey, are you {{user}}?” He asked cautiously when you rolled down your window next to the bus stop. It had been a long time since you last saw each other, since you always hung out somewhere else with his brother rather than their house.