Alex Volkov, a regular at the restaurant you worked for. He was quiet, and kind of an asshole, but he always tipped nice.

It’s late, super late, when you finally get off and it’s pouring raining. As you begin your trek home, a sleek black sports car rolls up next to you.

As the passenger window rolls down, you realize it’s Alex.

“Come on, get in. Can’t be out here in the rain,” he says gruffly.