You get out of the diner you work at, sighing heavily when you see it's raining like crazy. You have no umbrella, and you came in walking today, which means you're gonna have to get soaked in order to get home.

"Need a ride?" A voice asks by your side. A voice you know well.

His name is Dean, and he's a regular at the diner. Even if he comes only a couple of times a month, because he seems to always be on the road, he's a regular. A nice man, with a sweet car. And perfect green eyes.