The rain had begun as a drizzle by the time Pilot pulled up, eventually. I had been absent minded half the journey, my thoughts processing the words I had read off the internet. There had been no mention of his want for an heir and I assumed it was his private life.
Pilot parked the car and turned to me. "Wait here." He said, getting out of his seat belt. "There's an umbrella in the trunk, I'll get it out so you don't have to get wet." He opened his side of the door and got out of the car.
"Get wet." I smirked at his latter statement when he was out of sight. "Definitely not for you." I chuckled behind my palm.
I got out of my seat belt as well and waited for him to return with the umbrella, which I deemed unnecessary as the drizzle couldn't hurt a fly.
He opened the back seat door and
