The brakes screeched as Leon halted, the windshield wipers striving to clear the deluge. It was Fiona who stood before him, an unexpected encounter on this drenched evening.

Impatience simmered within his gaze, mingling with a sense of absurdity. Disgust for her had taken root.

Fiona advanced, rapping a wet palm against the window, prompting Leon to unfasten the door’s seal.

Rain-soaked and drenched, her figure stood before him.

Stepping out, Leon’s attire surrendered to the rain’s embrace.

“It’s chilly.”

shivered, her lips acquiring

the cold

remains unchanged—I don’t want

implored. “I’ll refrain from causing Millie

grasp as the

held finality. “This gesture

not compel me to

fascinated, now abhorrently repulsed, a

aloft, Fiona

persistence persist, rudeness would inevitably cloak his

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