I walked out of the inner office.

I pushed through the heavy glass door and stepped back out into the strip mall lot.

The late morning sun hit the pavement and glared straight into my eyes.

The November air was freezing.

It was exactly eleven forty-five.

I walked across the white painted lines to my Honda.

I unlocked the door and climbed into the driver’s seat.

The inside still smelled of old crayons and stale apple slices.