The Future of Cheating
One unremarkable Monday, Emma was walking home from work. The sun had already set and she would soon be walking in the dark, another thing she hated, considering the rough area. As if just for her, rain began to fall. She sighed and picked up her pace, hoping to make it back before the heavens opened. Half an hour later, she was fiddling with her key, trying to get her front door to open. The lock managed to stick every single time. She eventually got inside, peeled the soaking coat off her...