Ruediger drove slower than usual, being mindful of the distance between his truck and the vehicles on all sides. At eight, the traffic rush hour had yet to end. Various kinds of vehicles moved on the major roads.
Passersby also filled the pedestrian walkways, dressed warmly in layers, as they headed back from their respective workplaces. Some were in a rush, while the others walked at a relaxing pace.
The orange glow of the street lamps streamed through the windows, sliding across the interior of the truck.
Next to Ruediger, Lariette leaned comfortably in her seat. Her eyes were shut as she dozed off. Her exhaustion, paired with her drunkenness, made it easier for her to fall asleep.
Ruediger glanced at the rearview mirror, smiling at Mr. Eastwood, who sat in the backseat. The older man noticed his look.
After lowering the radio's volume, Ruediger asked, "Do you like your new place? How are you settling in so far?"
