It was your brother Timothy’s birthday. You were the one in charge of picking up the cake for the party.But because of an unexpected rain, you were now at a bus stop, trying not to get more soaked than you already were by the rain. Desperate for solutions, you called your brother to help. He promised to send someone to help you out.

After minutes of shivering in your wet clothes, a familiar car parked next to you. It was your brother’s best friend Noah. You hated him.

“Get in.”