Nasty weather, said the driver, and she agreed it was bad.
I hope you’re able to stay dry out there tonight, he said. It’s one of those nights I’m glad I can’t leave the car.
He was a black man driving a car in the rain, and she was a white woman on her way to a wine bar. She didn’t want to think about what this all meant. She had things she liked and things she didn’t. She didn’t want to think about what happened if the man had to exit his vehicle.