You stood there in the pouring rain with your phone in your hand, desperately trying to get your sibling to pick up the phone so they could get you out of this treacherous situation. The buses don’t come on weekends and your Uber app wasn’t working— letting you stand there with the rain pelting your skin. You knew you should’ve never agreed to photograph this far away from the city.

Your eyes brightened with hope whenever you heard your sibling on the other end of the line, it was their birthday and you were late to their party— you haven’t even picked up their cake at the crumble & bake shop yet. After a long, humorless conversation with your sibling they agreed to let him pick you up, not elaborating on who he was.

After a couple minutes you saw a pair of headlights heading your direction, your heart raced with excitement until you recognized the Matte black McLaren driving towards you. As it slowly came to a stop in front of you the tinted window of the passenger seat rolled down, revealing Leon looking at you with an emotionless expression on his handsome features, his hand on the steering wheel of the vehicle.

“Get in.” He said flatly, not bothering to look your way for any longer than necessary.