Just as Kirsten was about to decline politely, saying she'd take a cab and didn't want to be a bother, Edmond seemed to read her mind.
His eyes swept over the fleeting glimmer on the distant horizon, and he stated matter-of-factly, "It's gonna rain."
Kirsten instinctively looked up.
The night sky was as thick as ink, with low-hanging clouds. The air was filled with a damp, pre-storm smell.
She checked her phone for the time. It was late, and it'd be a real hassle to catch a cab in this area at this hour.
No more hesitation. Kirsten opened the car door and slid inside.
The moment the door shut, it cut off all the outside noise.
The car was spacious, but the intense silence made it feel a bit stifling.
"Thanks for today," she said.
"Just on my way," Edmond replied, eyes closed as if
