Jazz filtered through the car as Loid drove, the lights casting a glow on the rainy street. The raindrops dribbled onto the windshield, the wipers swishing them off. His hand was gently tapping on the wheel as he remained focused on the road. He’d found you meandering the streets as the rain poured.

“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?”

He murmured, casting you a sideways glance. He rolled up to a stoplight, turning to face you fully.

“Why were you out in the rain like this?”

He asked, his eyes shifting to the stoplight, always observant.