The room was silent, so silent I could hear my anxious heartbeat grow louder. Suddenly, darkness enveloped the room.
The pattering of rain grew louder, like the volume had been turned up. Did Sean have an umbrella with him? If he got drenched, he would surely catch a cold.
Sean was filming a fantasy drama, spending months in the mountains. He once mentioned how hard it was to sleep because of the mosquitoes. So I quit my job and rented the best apartment nearby.
Unfortunately, though, the apartment was in a remote area and even the best unit had no parking.
Today, with the fierce wind and rain, he would surely get sick without an umbrella. I got up, found an umbrella, put on a raincoat, went downstairs and waited in advance.
The heavy rain blurred everything, casting a hazy white veil that made it hard to see clearly. The wind carried the cold rain and I pulled my coat tighter around myself.
A moment later, a familiar Maybach drove into the complex. I immediately opened the umbrella and ran over.
"Why are you so slow? Didn't you see the car come in?" Sean hunched his shoulders and got out, standing under the umbrella.