Ten minutes later, a beat-up silver SUV screeched to a halt in front of the store. The window rolled down, and a man yelled over the thunder, "Hey! You the guy who just helped the teacher?" Elias squinted. "Maybe?"
"She’s my sister. She called me from the jeepney. Said some guy gave her his last change for a poncho." The man hopped out, popping the trunk. "I’m a Grab driver heading to Quezon City. My shift just ended, but I’ve got a massive golf umbrella in the back I don't need, and I’m passing through your neighborhood anyway." Ten minutes later, a beat-up silver SUV screeched
"Miss," Elias said, tapping her shoulder. He handed her the forty pesos. "The ponchos are by the counter. It’s enough for one." She blinked, confused. "But what about you? Your bag..." "Maybe
He watched her buy the poncho, wrap her lessons, and disappear into the gray curtain of the storm. Elias sat on a plastic crate, resigned to waiting until midnight if he had to. The paper bag began to tear. He tucked the laptop under his thin shirt, bracing for the inevitable soak. "I’m a Grab driver heading to Quezon City