Hands on the steering wheel, thoughts in order.
It would have been easy, if it was Maya seated next to him, and her car wasn’t so small that if he moved his arm, he could touch her.
He would have opted for seating at the back, but her belongings filled the boot, and she had to stuff them in the backseat too.
Which led him to wonder, why was she lugging all that stuff around? And, how come she suddenly needed a place to stay? It did not seem to him like a decision that had been clearly thought out, because she called him when he was in the middle of an international virtual conference meeting.
He had to come up with a lame excuse, ask Luke to take over and came hurrying down here. To a parking lot- in a shabby establishment. And told her he had been walking his dog- like anyone wou
