The arrows flash on the dashboard. Click. Click. Click.

She went to fetch her mother only a few minutes ago but the doorman is steadily eyeing the car.

Taxis begin lining up behind the older model Honda fixing their headlights on his bumper.

His eyes stare blankly at his phone as he tries to ignore the attention of the onlookers.

“Hurry up,” is all he can think as he sinks a little further down in his bucket seat.


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