“Taxi!” Amber called out, her hand extended desperately in the rain. Of course there was a downpour on Valentine’s Day. That’s just how bad luck works. But sure enough, a cab pulled up right next to her. “Thanks,” she said, stepping in and shaking her stuff off. Looking up at the road ahead, she was alarmed to find a gun pointed right at her and a familiar face looking back from the driver’s seat.
“Hello, Amber,” he growled. “Long time no see.”