My sports car spluttered before coming to a sudden halt. I pressed the start button, the engine revved but the car didn't start.
I grabbed my phone and dialled a number.
"My Lord"
"Where are you?"
"On my way back to the house"
"Stop at Ozone, my car battery just died"
"I'm riding a bike my Lord. Will you be okay with that or should I get another car at your garage"
"I'll be fine with the bike"
"I'm on my way, my Lord" I disconnected the call and flung my phone to the passenger's seat.
I observed my environment while I waited. Deciding to be more useful than just moping about, I got out of the sports car and headed towards the Café.
I had not gone far when someone rammed into me, almost immediately I recognized the person, she turned and threw a jab which I caught effortlessly.
"Since when did you practice boxing?"
She was panting heavily and was shivering.
"What are you running from?"