The Buick’s steering wheel is leather, worn through at ten and two.

I put both hands on it and left them there.

Kyle from media came out with two paper cups and handed one to a woman from account services whose name I should have known.

They stood under the awning and looked at the parking lot and not at my car.

At ten forty-one, Gavin’s assistant carried a tray of sandwiches into the glass room.

She had to balance it on one hip to get the door open.