A single drop of rain hit the front glass window, followed by three or five countless drops, and soon the car's shell resounded with dense blows. A wave of heat rose from the ground, a heat that contained the complex smells of concrete, paint, and plants, as the rain splashed into the cracks of the window and the wind brought a slight coolness. Her skin, which had been taut just moments before, suddenly loosened, and her mood seemed to stretch. The slanting lines of rain in the lights grew denser and denser, turning the two street lamps into two fuzzy balls of light with prickly edges. The doorway was out of sight, and the rain wouldn't stop for a while, but she still didn't want to retreat, and in addition to the fear of losing the job also included not wanting to go home. Every day after
