~Markus ~
It was dark and cold inside the car. The cold was getting through the opened window as well as the smoke of the cigarette I was squeezing between my fingers. The music was playing in the background, however, neither the words nor the sense of the song wasn't coming into my mind. I was busy watching the figure in the black robe coming closer to the car. The tips of the robe were dancing on the wind, slightly touching the puddles on the asphalt. I put the hand with the cigarette out of the window and moved my fingers. The figure stopped, looked at the car, then added some speed, and got inside. I looked at the figure, then started the car and drove through the darkness to the main road. The traffic was almost empty, as there were too few humans who decide to drive that late at night.
