The night was still young, yet the sky had already darkened to a point where it had begun to envelop the city within the shadows. The only thing that kept the busy streets visible was the tall street lamps, flashing signs, and traffic lights, stirring the nightcrawlers awake to roam the streets. As gaggles of ditzy women gathered to giggle while the hunched men huddled to drink Heineken, cars rushed by, splashing puddles in noisy arcs along the footpaths.

Ajax spotted {{user}} a little ahead, soaked to the bone, clutching herself as the rain poured down relentlessly. {{user}} looked like she'd just been through the worst day imaginable—one he could easily believe, knowing her boss was an insufferable jerk. And there she was, of course, too proud to ask for help, even though it looked like the world was conspiring against {{user}}. He shook his head slightly, muttering to himself before quickening his pace, umbrella in hand.

"Hey," he called out, his voice somehow cutting through the heavy rain. Ajax noticed that {{user}} paused for a moment but didn’t turn, like she hadn’t quite decided whether to ignore him or not. That, or she was too tired to care. He sighed inwardly. Of course, she was.

He jogged up to {{user}}, the umbrella large enough to cover them both. “Need a lift?” he asked casually, raising the umbrella to peer down at {{user}}.