I walked down the street in the time between when the sun sank below the horizon and the streetlights flickered to life. The road was shiny with rain, glistening silver in the moonlight. My heels clicked on the pavement, my hair and cocktail dress swaying gently in the breeze. My eyes scanned the horizon; he should be here by now. I paced outside my house, waiting. Finally I heard the purr of his Volvo, and the car appeared from around the corner. He pulled up, and my agitation melted. I slid into the passenger seat smiling; he was eleven minutes early.