and i watched us talking in the mirror [maria]
Friday afternoon drags on longer than it really needs to, Martel feels, but that's probably got more to do with what hasn't happened yet than what already has. He finds Maria unsurprisingly quickly, and - as agreed - collects her keys from her. (And obligingly takes care not to lengthen his strides 'til she has to run to keep up with him, because even if it is habitual at times, it's impolite.)
Unlocking the doors, he leans against the driver's side, palm flat on the roof of the car. "Remind me again why I agreed to this."