Raindrops struck the man's solid back, splashing away and wetting the clothes scattered carelessly on the ground.
On the floor, a woman's shirt pressed against men's trousers, a man's shirt wrapped around a woman's bra...
The mirror was coated in a layer of mist, reflecting the blurry silhouettes as they embraced each other.
The heavy rain seemed to gradually recede, a plane of glass separating two worlds.
Outside the window, the temperature was lower than early summer should feel, with the rain carrying a biting chill, pounding heavily on the roof of the black car.
The assistant gazed across the street, his eyes rising from the parked cars to the standalone, dimly lit building amidst the storm.
"That's Miss's car, it has to be this place."
In the back seat, Moses turned his face.
The torrential rain flowed down the window like a waterfall, making the lit window appear somewhat unreal.