They were sat in the front seat of
his orange Micra. Water was lashing down out of the sky, and the wipers were
quickly waving as a light mist began to slowly build on the windows. The car was
filled with a red glow from the streetlight they were parked under, apart from
the occasional bright light from a passing car.
However, they were interested in none
of that. They were too engrossed in that moment, in that car, with just the two
of them. They were just frozen, staring at each other with water in their eyes.