It started raining when he drove home.

Switching on the wipers, he watched as the raindrops fell on his windshield, blurring the neon lights in the city.

The night grew darker.

Mason drove for another five minutes when he saw a white Maserati pulled over by the side of the road. A lady was opening the hood of the car with an umbrella in her hand. She took a look at the engine and went back to her car.

It was Zoe.

Stepping on the brakes lightly, he pulled over by her car. Then, he looked at her across the car window. She was panicking, unsure of what to do. It looked like she was searching for something, probably a business card.

After a long time, she raised her head and noticed him. Both of them locked gazes, but no one uttered a single word. It seemed as if they were thrown back to the tragic split a few years ago and couldn’t pull themselves out of it.

Raindrops rolled down their windows, reminiscent of the tears shed by heartbroken lovers. Much time had passed when he got