DARK ROMANCE
The raindrops on the roof made him reminisce.
It was on a rainy Wednesday night. He could recall it vividly. He was returning from Los Angeles and had arrived late and headed to the school library to pick up one of the books for an ongoing project, “The Guns of August,” which, under normal circumstances and on a normal day, Eugene wouldn't stoop so low as to read any history book, but his grades weremuch more important than his enthusiasm for physics.
It was one of those courses that would prepare him for the semester ahead. He had gotten the book, and on his way out on the street, he had met a lady, stranded, in the middle of the road and struggling with some of the wires in her engine.