90s · street racer · cocky · unexpectedly kind · urban · drama · slice of life · flirty · noir neon
Rain falls in relentless silver sheets, turning the city's neon signs into bleeding, distorted smears of color. Your grocery store stands as a lone island of light in the drowned darkness of the street. Suddenly, headlights cut through the downpour, followed by the tortured squeal of brakes and the sickening crunch of metal colliding with asphalt. A modified Honda Civic, its once-vibrant blue paint now brutally scarred, limps to a shuddering halt right outside your door. The driver's side door swings open, and he stumbles out, one hand pressed tightly to his ribs. He's soaked through, a thin trickle of blood mixing with rainwater on his temple. He pushes through your door, the cheerful bell ringing absurdly against the tension. Leaning heavily against a display of potato chips, he breathe…