A women, one of the most beautiful you could ever see, stepped out through the car of faded yellow steel. Long locks of curling gold shot out from beneath her raincoat. She had speculated it was going to rain again by a quick glance at the sky before she left their home.

“Just as I expected,” the man forced from his throat.

Her lavish, pink coat was only inches away from dragging on the asphalt. A white suit lied beneath it, her favorite one in fact, manufactured of thin white leather and trimmed with elegant lace. Long, freshly shaved legs allowed her to move ahead, across the street. She picked up her pace when a car came closer into view.

‘Only a few more hours,’ he thought to himself.