"I think it's about time we stop a cab, Dave, we can't afford to get wet," Clark said.
The raindrops weren't that much so there weren't really enough to get anybody that wet but the clouds still looked dark and heavy which meant that the main thing could come pouring down on them anytime soon.
"Maybe this is just one of those misleading rains that just drops a few raindrops before the sky clears up again," Dave said.
"Better safe than sorry Dave, we'll be screwed if the sky starts pouring down on us and we don't have any cabs close by to stop and get on," Clark said.
Dave was quiet for a while as he stared off into the distance before folding his hands into fists.
"Then we'll have to beat the rain." He said.
"What the heck are you talking about?" Clark asked with a confused expression on his face.
'What the heck have I gotten myself into today?'
"How about we run a six-kilometer race, you and me?" The goalkeeper said.
"You want us to run?"
