1 So it ends...

*crinkle**crinkle*

*faucet turns on, dishes clatter*

A man reading the Sunday newspaper sighs, and places it on the dining room table.

"Nothing of interest today either. Just a bunch of ads and reports of political figure's being dumb, as usual."

"What do you expect, hun? The world isn't as it was 60 years ago."

The young woman turns off the faucet and turns towards the man, drying her hands on a linen towel.

The man shakes his head, stands, and walks toward the nearby kitchen window.

"Looks like it's going to rain tonight."

"How can you tell?"

"I don't see the stars"

"Oh."

The woman quickly massages her shoulder, and then turns to the full laundry bin beside the washing machine. It's filled with an assortment of business and casual wear.

The man ponders for a bit, staring at the window. A quick flash in the sky brings him back to reality. The flash lit up the parking lot, revealing several rows of vehicles.

"Oh shoot, I left the window down on the car."

"I'm surprised you don't have a garden growing in the floorboard yet."

The man glances over his shoulder at the woman with an annoyed look. She's looking back at him, exasperated.

"I don't leave the window down that often..."

"It's just about every time you come home from work! You always forget, and we can't afford another broken car! You need to take better care of what you have."

The woman harrumphs and continues sorting the laundry. The man stares for a moment, sighs and heads toward the front door. He takes the keys from the side table.

"Your right, I do need to remember to roll up the windows before I get out. Tell you what, I'll bet $20 that for the next month, you will never spot the windows down."

"I'll take that bet, now hurry before the rain comes."

*Thunder rolls in the distance*

The man hurriedly opens the door and darts outside. The sky was sprinkling for now. He jogs to the car door and opens it up. Another flash startles him, and he accidentally lets the door go, letting it slam into another vehicle. The sound resounds through the complex.

(Crap, hopefully it didn't leave a scratch...)

The man pulls the car door back and observes the damage. The neighboring vehicle had a scratch trail and a dent.

(Damn it, what a way to add to an already beautiful night).

The man grimaces before turning the key and rolling up the window. He then opens the glove box and pulls out a pad of sticky-notes. He writes a formal apology and the writes his name and phone number on it. There's hundreds of apartments and he didn't feel like disturbing the wrong rooms at night. He then gets out to realize the rain's intensity increased to a pour. He furrow's his eyebrows and tries to open the damaged car's door. The man leans in and places the note on the passenger seat.

"HEY!"