02-03-2017, 03:58 AM
The jacket had hid the belly. Phillippe blinked a few times before realising the inappropriateness of staring at it for so long, and he tried not to think too muhc of the strange lamentation he felt for not being able to look at it any more. He drove on and threw glances at Reese whenever they stopped. It's early afternoon and traffic should be better, but they were soon stuck on the way to the main street. None of the cars were moving and Philippe rolled down the window to ask a passing pedestrian on the situation. He was informed that there was an accident ahead, just a few blocks away from where Reese's apartment was. He thanked the guy and turned to Reese, who had started fidgeting. "Sorry, it could turn out to be even slower than if you taking public transport... let's make a detour and see if we could enter from the backstreet. Your apartment have a backdoor or something?"
