At ten o'clock, the rain was getting heavier. Although I held an umbrella, my shoulders and trouser legs were still wet by the heavy rain.
Stella didn't come.
I turned on my phone and was about to send a message when I received a message.
[There's a traffic jam. You should take a taxi first.]
I turned off my phone and took a taxi. Due to the heavy rain and the rush hour, it took me half an hour to reach the restaurant.
As I was late, to express my apology, I bought her favorite dessert at the door.
When I pushed the door open, there was nothing other than a few balloons and a sign with 'Happy Birthday'.
My phone rang again.
I checked it and saw two photos that David had posted not long ago. He wrote: [I am so moved.]
One of the photos showed the center console of my car. I bought it for the convenience of commuting to work. Stella said she wanted to drive it, so I gave it to her without hesitation and took the bus every day.
There was an ornament that I bought last year. Because Stella's driving skills were not good, she hit the telephone poles twice.