Phoenix
I sat in the truck outside the Tokyo House restaurant and drummed the steering wheel impatiently. The sky was glowing a weird color of orange as storm clouds tried to blot out the setting sun. The air was heavy with the impending rain, and I could smell the change in the air. I hoped that Jack and Robyn would make it to the restaurant before the skies opened up, and it started to pour. Luckily, I had brought an umbrella, just in case.
I checked my phone for the fourth time, but there were no incoming messages from either of them.
Big fat raindrops were just starting to spatter my windshield when I saw the Impala pull into the graveled parking lot. I grabbed my umbrella and jogged over so that I could hold it over the passenger door for Robyn.
She stepped out, a little gi
