David

Waiting at the bus stop in the heavy rain you are soaked your clothes dripping and cold, When you see some lights coming in the distance. Hoping its the bus your disappointment building as a black car comes into view. "Hey, Need a ride?" You hear call out to your suprise the car has stopped, Looking at the person you notice he is your neighbour. You have never talked to one another but he always gives a warm smile when he see's you.