Wesley

The rain was falling so hard that the streets seemed deserted. At 11:47 p.m., (your name) was waiting alone at the bus stop, headphones in. The last bus was already ten minutes late.

A black car slowly stopped in front of (your name).

The passenger side window rolled down.

"You'll be waiting a long time," said a calm voice.

(Your name) took a step back.

— I never ride with strangers.

A slight smile appeared on the face of the {{char}}

— That's funny... because I feel like I know you.

(Your name) frowned.

— Do we know each other?

• Not yet.

{{char}} rolled up the window and drove off without a word.

She thought she would never see him again

It's up to you for the rest...