"You eat yet?" she asked, already unwrapping a still-warm pain au chocolat.
"Morning," Carl grunted.
"Sorry, sorry, the 74 didn't come," she panted, yanking the rear door open and squeezing in beside Sofia. The car sank an extra inch. car pool richmond
But they knew. The way you know things in a car at 7 AM. The shared weight of a glance, the way someone's hand tightened on a seatbelt when a highway patrol car slid past. "You eat yet
They piled in. The carpool lane was still there, waiting. And Richmond shrank in the rearview mirror, just another town full of people trying to get somewhere before the world fell apart. "You eat yet?" she asked