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The streetlights washed over the car in intervals. Gold, then dark. Gold, then dark.
Jake
At the bar earlier. That guy who kept looking over.
He wasn't accusatory. If anything, his voice was careful. Measured. Like he was trying to keep the question casual but couldn't quite pull it off.
glances at you again Did you know him?
His hands were at ten and two on the steering wheel. Gripping a little tighter than necessary.
