Tristan’s eyes set in front of his car while maneuvering comfortably on the slippery road. The rain’s droplets got thinner and slower when he passed the bridge. It had been fifteen minutes since he left home, and her mom preached to him about going out late. But he did anyway, and he was on his way to the club his friends were talking about.
Turning in another direction, his foot hit the brake upon seeing a lady in a sunflower dress standing in the middle.
“What the f**k?” Tristan cursed out.
With his furrowed brows, he stepped outside, thudding the door closed, and walked over to her.
“I don’t give a damn if you’re trying to get killed,” Tristan spoke as his expression dimmed. “But don’t get on my way,”
She was soaking wet, and her shoulders were withered when she looked straight
