Meeting the elf

Mack would never have known elves were real if he hadn't seen her in the rain.

It had been a sunny October day until a cold front came through. Now, as Mack got into his car to head home, the afternoon's cool mist was turning into rain. He pulled out of the parking lot onto Diamond Springs, turned left at the light onto Northampton, and saw someone trudging along beside the road. The walker was slim, wearing jeans, a denim jacket, and a ball cap.

I wonder if that's a man or a woman.

You should give them a ride.

If it's a girl, she'll probably turn me down, afraid of getting raped.

You need to pull over and try, at least.