TextRaindrops smacked into the plastic shields of the bus stop with all the grace and fervor of a soon-to-be sacked WWE wrestler. Riley winced as though each sodden slap were a personal blow. What a day to have her hair styled. She never had her hair styled, and she'd actually gone and chosen today to go out and do it. Hadn't even thought to bring a hat. Her only hope was that the copy of Newsweek she held over her head would last long enough for her friend An to arrive.It was five o'clock. She tapped her watch and glared at the seconds hand. Was it moving slower? Tick. Tick. "...Oh, crap." Death and taxes came to everything eventual