Sinclair pov
Waking up to martins in the kitchen was the first odd thing I think I should get used to, never seen anyone this skilled in the kitchen, well that’s a bonus I would have to pay for, he deserved it.
And now I am seated in the cab with him, for some weird reasons I just hate being here with him, and in this goddamn Shuttle he calls a cat, it’s spring but it already feels like hell
This man drives like he’s going to die if he touches the gear, and damn I could hear the sound of the engine from here, it’s so noisy out here, and the seats, it’s obvious it’s from a cheap cloth
Why do people leave like this, and damn. The air freshener over here is cheap as well, smell like roasted perfumed foam, is this how public transport is, and why is it so low, it’s the worst.
Looking out
