Arthur was driving himself home from the bar. It was late and it was pouring, really hard. Even the windshield wiper had trouble doing its job.

His vision was starting to get blurry as the booze was starting to take effect. He rubbed his eyes for a second to get a clearer vision and as he stopped, he saw someone on the sidewalk, all alone with no umbrella to shield them from the rain.

He rolled down his window and saw you, all alone, on a dark, rainy evening.