Blue shuddered at each grumble of thunder she heard in the distance. 'These clouds are just toying with me.' she thought to herself. It was like this nearly every day; the sky would darken, the air around her would become damp and cold, yet it never rained. It always got so close…but then the skies cleared, and all of her anticipation fell away in vain. But not today. Today, it rained. Blue had not expected this, and was not wearing enough clothing to keep her body warm. As newborn droplets fell from the sky, Blue's brown paper bags filled with groceries first became speckled, then soaked. Still, she continued trudging her way home. She pretended not to notice the bolt of lightning that had just streaked across the sky to her left.
A car came up quickly behind her. It was an old car, she could tell, because she had heard it coming. She did her best not to acknowledge the car's presence; that is, until the driver intentionally drove too close to the curb, splashing rainwater that the roadside had collected over her entire body, whistling at the damsel as he did so, and amusing his friends immensely. The water was freezing, so freezing that Blue dropped both of her bags in her shock. "Damn!" she shrieked as she tripped over her own legs in an effort to turn and catch a glimpse of the driver before he was out of her sight completely. But they were, by then, far gone, and so Blue knelt down on the sidewalk, scrambling to retrieve what food would still be edible from the filthy pavement. She quickened her pace after hearing another engine sputter behind her; she did not want to risk being humiliated again. "Punks." she spat angrily as she stood up, wincing as her knees cracked.
She couldn't have explained why she did it, but for some reason, instead of ignoring the approaching driver like she had before, she turned her head slightly to the left, her crystal eyes searching for a face. She now smelled a familiar scent, and wanted to know where it was coming from. She raised her eyebrows, half in disbelief, half in embarrassment, when she realized that the face she had come to find was a familiar one. Eyebrows still raised, she blinked thrice in succession when she saw that the driver of the motorcycle that was fast approaching had come to recognize her too.
Four more moments, and he was gone. Blue aimed her eyes back toward the ground, trying frantically to remember where it was she had seen him before. She had barely begun when she heard in front of her a screeching of brakes, tires skidding in the shallow puddles that had accumulated in the middle of the road, a changing of gears, and finally, the whine of acceleration as the driver of the motorcycle whom Blue had forgotten to remember came back her way.