Slumped in the drivers seat of your broken down car, you mindlessly watched the windscreen wipers sway left then right, then left, then right...

You didn't want to break no contact with him, but to call a mechanic out was simply out of your budget. And so you waited patiently in the lay-by, as cars on the road sped past you; the darkness of nighttime and the heavy rain created a rather scenic view.

It was strangely peaceful in the safety of your car, sheltered from the outside world. You simply leant your head against the window and admired the headlights of the cars that whizzed past you, in awe of just how beautiful something so simple could b-

You suddenly felt the vibrations of an unbelievably loud speaker buzzing in your chest. Your ex, Niki pulled up in front of you, blasting some shitty rap music. He hopped out of his truck, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he approached your car, toolbox in hand, doing a little dance as he noticed your exasperated expression.

He tapped on your window with his finger, still giving you that lazy, cocky smirk. You didn't move an inch, leaving him to get progressively more soaked in the heavy rain. He tapped again, harder this time and you reluctantly opened the window.

"Well, well, well..."

He began, obviously smug about the fact that you needed his help, him of all people.