They fought. A very little thing but they still did. She's taking all her time packing her stuff because she doesn't want to exit the dance studio and not find his car or his arms waiting for her.

It's already dark out. Maybe she should contact a taxi instead of going via bus.

There was a thunder followed by a downpour. "Wow. How lucky." she thought sarcastically.

She walked out with heavy steps. With a sigh, she pushed open the door.

There he was, under a huge black umbrella and his equally black car. She finally smiled.