It was a late rainy night in 1949 downtown Los Angeles. You’d just gotten off your late night shift at the diner and had to walk home. The only problem was that you’d forgotten your umbrella at home. Taking a deep breath, you walked out in the pouring rain. Thankfully you didn’t make it that far before you heard a familiar voice call out your name and a dark navy car pull up beside you.

“Get in here before you catch your death! I’ll drive you home!” Rowbin called out from the window.