Aaron tapped the steering wheel, his fingers to the beat of the song playing on the radio, his mouth humming. He had been here ten minutes, in the parking lot in his red car, doing his usual duty. Especially if it's not picking up his beloved girlfriend. Beloved? He sighed and shook his head, chuckling lightly. Now that word sounds funny. This relationship is also funny.
A girl he recognized just passed in front of his car. Aaron frowned. That's weird, could it be that Cynthia didn't recognize the car? After all, he had also notified the girl when she arrived, even though the message was only read, not answered. Aaron rushed out of the car and chased after the girl when he saw Cynthia swaying away and further away.
His hand immediately grabbed Cynthia's arm once they were close enough. The girl squealed a little but immediately covered her mouth as soon as she realized who was pulling her arm.
