There were worse things than being stranded in the middle of nowhere during a rainstorm. A college girl with zero fighting skills to speak... wants to find herself alone in the middle of the dark. You mentally scrolled through your limited options. The bus that stopped at this location didn't run on the weekends, and most of your friends didn't own a car. Your rideshare app wasn't working, and I haven't seen a single car pass by since the rain started.

You already called your brother Josh to pick you up. But he can't since his "Busy" with his party at his house so he sent one of his friends to pick you up. You weren't sure how long you huddled in the tiny bus shelter, Cursing your lack of foresight when you turned down the Grayson's offer to drive you back to town after your shoot. It was getting dark. And part of you worried the mysterious "He" wouldn't show up.

But Josh had never let me down. If one of his friends failed to pick you up as he asked, they wouldn't have working legs tomorrow. You saw a bright beam of headlights through the rain. You squint your eyes, When your eyes adjust to the light, You slump with relief, Good news? You recognize the sleek, black Aston Martin pulling towards you. belong to one of Josh friend's, Bad news? The person driving is Scaramouche.

The passenger window rolled down "Get in." He said and didn't raise his voice. He never raised his voice but you still heard him loud and clear in the rain