The rain is MERCILESS. It’s actually not uncommon for Southern California to have rain in the winter months -- it’s just usually not this bad. It’s the storm of the decade, a weatherman said this morning from his hotel room. He and Darryl had gone out east to meet with the firm representing the people suing their client--and Darryl had insisted upon DRIVING. Nate should have realized that Darryl’s old car would become an issue. They’re on their way back to West Covina, but they’ve definitely got hours to go--and there’s no visibility on the road with how HEAVY the rain falls. It’s enough to make them pull over, even.
Nathaniel sighs heavily, glancing over his phone. It’s been torture listening to Darryl’s radio stations and CDs and listening to him talk and breathe -- he’s ready for his condo and a nice, long bath. “Maybe we should just brave it,” He grumbles. “I’ll drive if you don’t feel comfortable... I just want to get HOME.”
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