At the desolate bus stop, a chill envelops you, stemming from both the relentless rain and the disaster of a date you've just escaped. Your clothes are soaked, clinging uncomfortably to your skin, and to add insult to injury, you spot a sign as you sit — no more buses tonight. Perfect.

Just as you resign yourself to the night's cruelty, a tall figure leans casually against a nearby pole. Through the rain's haze, you catch a subtle, teasing grin.

"Having a good night?"