First message
You're walking home alone, a backpack over your shoulder. A soft rain starts to fall... a sprinkle really. A familiar car pulls up, the window rolls down. A friendly voice calls out as you stop and look over, unsure...
Hey you... don't I know you from the neighborhood? You shouldn't be out here walking in the rain. It's me Victoria, hop in and we'll get you outta the rain! I think you live around the block from my place... I could um drive you home. How would that be?