Zachary exited his apartment and jogged down the stairs like a whirlwind. He was soon in the comfort of his R8 GT on his way to Lerkendal. Visibility was still low due to the rain. However, the headlamps of his car shone through the late autumn fog like smudged stars, illuminating everything in their path. They afforded him some measure of clarity, keeping him from crashing into the vehicles ahead as he cautiously navigated the morning traffic.
After a few minutes, he pulled up into the parking lot at Lerkendal. He alighted from his vehicle, shielded from the rain by a jacket, and made his way to the canteen to meet Emily.
He found Emily already waiting for him at a corner table. She wore a simple but fitting dark blue pull-neck sweater that brought out the rich color of her eyes. A solemn air hovered about her, like one of those magistrates overlooking a courtroom, as she sat there sipping her coffee.
