Vonda waved her hand in the late afternoon sun. It moved a few times, and her gesture was answered by a honk from Max before his car pulled out of the apartment building's security gate. Slowly fading from view, and after making sure her retinas no longer caught Max's car, Vonda continued her way.

“Aww... just finished a date, I think, Miss Scott.”

Vonda's footsteps, initially headed for the elevator, stopped. She decided to approach Rika Bones, a receptionist in the building who had called out to her earlier.

“Didn't you see me get out of the car earlier?” Vonda asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. “That means I didn't walk,...