He had looked at the time four times in the last five minutes.

“What time did your flight land?” Carter asked.

“Eight forty,” Daniel said, without missing a beat.

“The roads out of the airport were completely empty.”

I thought about the price of gas at the station down the street.

Gas cost three dollars and ninety cents a gallon, and Daniel always complained about the cost of airport parking.

He had never parked his own car at the terminal for a quick business trip before.

He preferred to take a free shuttle from a cheaper lot miles away.