Bracing his back with one hand while cranking the other, he gestures at Riley to roll her window down. The old man smiles, his push-broom mustache wriggling into question-asking formation, “How are you two young ladies on this lovely sunny day?”

Before I can correct him, Riley turns toward me, eyes seemingly exhausted with my antics — something along the lines of just let me do the talking, alright? Unfortunately, her attempts and subtle hints at a ”you-know-what event” wasn’t doing much for Officer Grandpa. I’d love to help clear this up if — I knew just what the fuck it was that we were doing here. This building…something about neurologists…the way this guy fiddles with his hearing-aid.

Something about this is just so — wait a minute!