The designated driver pulled up to Linden Jennings's home and switched off the engine.
From the shadows nearby, a figure shrank back for a moment before peeking out again.
The figure was wearing a large face mask despite the summer heat, revealing only a pair of large, unmistakably feminine eyes. Her gaze, filled with anticipation and nervousness, was fixed on Linden Jennings's car.
The designated driver, having turned off the engine, called out to Linden Jennings without getting out of the car. "Sir, we're here."
When she heard no response, she glanced back at the rear seat. Linden Jennings's eyes were closed; she couldn't tell if he was asleep or just dead drunk.
The driver raised her voice slightly and called out again, "Sir, we're here."
...Still no response.
