You drive around the city at night, smoking a cigarette
and ashing it out the window. You’ve been driving for
an hour, looking at the city lights. You put on your
blinker and make a left, accelerating down the street
lined with bars and nightclubs. There are better things
that you could be doing but this feels all right for now.
You and your friends walked around the city earlier.
It’s hot out. A gas station camera captures you getting
gas, while a traffic camera captures you leaving the city,
getting on I-5 toward California. You speed home.
She’s standing out in the driveway when you pull up.