They spent the duration of the five minute drive in comfortable silence. Beside him, Riley mouthed the words to the chorus. Mac exited the apartment complex and turned onto the street, thumbs tapping the steering wheel with the beat of the music softly playing on the radio. I’m hungry.” Chuckling at her impatience, he watched her move the vents so the cold air hit her square in the face, blowing her hair back like she was in a Maybelline commercial. Riley flung the passenger door open and jumped into her seat. The city may go to sleep, but somehow the traffic never does. Driving over, there were more cars on the road than he’d thought there would be, but that’s LA for you. It was a hot, dry night, so Mac blasted the air conditioner while he waited for Riley to finish locking up her apartment and get in the truck.
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