[M. Smith]: By the way, I'm hanging out in the Northwest, is there any local specialty you want? I'll send you some.
[M. Shaw]: ...
Today, this friend whom I've never met, still remains handsome and kind, but mentally not quite there.
Marcus Shaw glanced out the window.
It's almost dark, when is he coming back?
*
The SUV, caught in the evening rush hour, was stuck on the traffic-jammed road.
Half-asleep, Nora Scott squinted her eyes, lazily opened the car window, letting the cold wind hit her face, shivering her awake from drowsiness.
The driver, Pedro Langley, twitched his lips, "Do you always wake yourself up in such a straightforward and rough manner?"
"It's efficient."
Nora's voice was still in a lazy drawl, as she propped her elbow on the car window, leaned her head out, chin resting on her small forearm.
She casually called out, "Boss, two grilled corn, please."
She was talking to a vendor with a cart by the roadside.
