Mini Crisis.

I am terrible terrible person. I don't think I have ever felt so wretched. It's raining in Orchard, a miserable evening rain, the kind not heavy enough to drench you, but the squishy, wet-your-socks kind, with splashy puddles everywhere you have to avoid. I am due to pick a girl up for our 2nd date. But because of the rain, the person I worry about, the person I really want to pick up is you. So I swing by Oxley Rise, hoping to catch a glimpse, knowing I am going to be late....