I don’t see the van the rest of the month. Before going up to my apartment, I’ve been keeping an eye out for them, but I haven’t seen anything. One change I noticed was at work. The van across the street finally moved out of their spot. I came into work and there was a whole in the parking lot. Part of me brushed it off as a coincidence, but the pictures of Oliver and I working keeps it close.
As I stare into the empty parking space, feeling exposed, Oliver drops onto his stool. “What are you thinking about?” He asks as he makes himself busy.
“The parking lot across the street.” He glances up.
“It’s…nice? Why are you thinking about a parking lot?”
“There’s a black van that’s there every day untouched.”
“Maybe they’re a hermi
