#gwab

It's a drizzly afternoon when Qian decides to take her worn out Nissan for a drive. She wasn't fond of the rain. Rain makes the sky dark and gloomy. Rain also manages to do the same with her mood. It doesn't help that the past few days have been rather difficult for her. She pulls out of the garage until her rubber wheels hit asphalt. The windows are heavily tinted, and the color around the doors are chipping off. This was her favourite car, it had kept her most fond memories--late night rendezvous, girls nights' out and even her first crash in one of the street races she secretly enjoyed. She steers the wheel to the right, with not so much a worry about leaving the garage doors open. 'They'll take care of it.' she thought, flipping the switch on her radio hopefully drowning out the sound of the raindrops. 

Quite relaxing, she decides, is the sound of her engine blaring as she hits past the 80 mark on her speedometer. It's rare times like this that she doesn't worry about being caught by the authorities. Besides, it's not the worst thing that could happen to her. She saves the thought of that for later. A few more minutes of aimless circling around the neighbourhood, she finds herself stopping at an all familiar restaurant. Her eyes scan the poorly painted sign, the off-white paint on its walls and there's a sense of comfort--or hunger, she wasn't quite sure, that washes over her. It takes her a while before she decides to give in to her cravings, pulling her keys out and shutting her door close.