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Its night. Its late. Its cold.

He runs to a cab trying to escape the rain. Partially wet, he knocks the window. There is only one seat available at the backseat next to a girl (pretty/not is unnecessary). She slides aside to welcome. He pools with them.

The cab starts to move. He removes his overcoat and wipes himself dry. He leans back and relaxes. He could hear Elvis Presley's 'Are you lonesome tonight' mildly through her earphone as she listens, looking outside the moving cab. He looks at her eyes through the rear-view mirror. Scattering neon lights from each shop in the street blend with the moon light and hit her face as she slowly falls asleep.

The song continues. His watch continues.

The overflowing notes of the song relaxes him like a lullaby. His phone rings and wakes her up. She looks at him looking back. He panics as he picks up the call. She's still looking at him. "Who do you think will win the election: press 1-" He ends the call hearing the recorded voice. He looks at her. She looks away. He looks away too.

'Can't help falling in love'. Elvis Presley again. He looks at the rear-view with a smile. She's already looking at him. His smile fades away in surprise. She smiles. He smiles. They both look away outside the window.

He hums with Presley. She starts humming too.

He looks at her. She has one of her earplugs removed and her hand holds it. She offers him with a smile as she continues humming. He slides closer to her. She slides closer to him. He wears the ear plug and continues to hum.

Humming slowly grows to singing.

They amuse eachother. Funny.

They realise that they both are awkwardly close that they can feel their warm breath hitting their skin. They're lost.

The cab stops with a screech. Blush on their faces. She walks out and pays the cab.

He is on his way to meet his ex to patch up.

Should he get down too?