The beauty of car-centric romance lies in the forced dialogue. You cannot walk away from a conversation at sixty miles per hour. As the storm grew fiercer, Arjun pulled the car onto a secluded overlook, the valley below twinkling through the downpour.

The car became her sanctuary, her best friend. She named it "Ruby" and spent hours driving around the city, listening to music and singing along. Behan loved the feeling of freedom that came with driving, the wind in her hair, the sun on her face.