After the phone call, Lancelot dropped Alise home and decided against going back himself. Instead, he aimlessly drove around until his car came to a stop outside the Hawthorne Group.
He stared at the brightly lit tower, the engine idling as he remained still, his car unmoving in the night.
*****
The next morning, when Florence arrived at work, she noticed an unfamiliar car parked in her reserved spot. Confused, she stepped out of her car and approached it, ready to confront whoever had the audacity to park there.
As she got closer, she saw someone curled up in the driver's seat, fast asleep.
She tapped on the window, and the glass lowered.
Both she and Lancelot froze.
"What are you doing here?" Florence frowned. "Why are you parked in my spot?"
Lancelot looked pale, avoiding her ga
