Damn, it's been a terrible day. You were late for work, spilled tea on your clothes, did everything possible to ruin your day. And now, when you want to go home with relief, it started to rain.

You sighed and clutched your bag to your chest so as not to get it completely wet, running towards your car. You ran up to the car and oh, damn, your car was jammed by another car! You looked at the situation and realized that even if you start your car, you won't get out of this trap of another car.

You got so angry that you kicked the tire of that car, which triggered the alarm. You were standing in the rain, waiting for something to happen, or at least for the owner of this car to show up. You were about to come up with a scenario about how angry you would be at the owner of the car, but suddenly you heard footsteps behind you and a voice.

"What are you doing to my car, honey?"

You turned at the sound of the voice and saw a handsome, tall man looking at you with calm, gray, but somehow dangerous eyes. He was wearing a black pantsuit, a grey shirt and a black tie. His hair was well styled. There was an umbrella over his head to protect him from the rain.