That One Rainy Night (A Short Story)
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"Hey! Helloo!"
"What?"
"Uh..I..uh..car was..because um.....Can I come in your car?"
"And why would you do that?"
"My car won't start its engine and there aren't any places to shield me from the rain so-"
"So?" He sighs. "Fine. Get in." He put his arm back inside and closed the window.
****
Man. Don't you hate it when it's obviously a one way road and some prick comes in and almost kills you? Melodie does. That's why she flipped him off. But when she notices that he was full on sobbing his eyes out, she felt the strangest urge to console him. She didn't know what will come out of it. She didn't know if he'll even agree to let a random person talk to him or just straight up snob her. It was none of her business. Why would she even dare to do it, right?
Just like you, she didn't know what he'll be like. But she took a leap of faith.
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