The luxurious, understated interior of the car seated three people.
One person each sat at the driver's seat and the front passenger seat.
The person in the backseat casually rested their right hand on the window, earphones being slipped into their ears with the left, conversing with someone on the phone, their voice clear and distant, "Understood, Mom."
The driver carefully maneuvered the car yet suddenly noticed a figure sitting by the roadside, "Huh, why is that girl still there? The two waitresses just said her parents left."
Speaking thus, he glanced at the rearview mirror, "Young master, that girl looks pretty pitiful. Shall we give her a ride?"
Upon hearing his words, the young man raised his head and glanced at the driver.
The white shirt trapped the earphone cord, and as he tilted his head, the barely hanging earphones slid down to the collar of his crisp white shirt.
The light in the back of the car was turned on, illuminating his face clearly.