There were about nineteen cars already parked in the parking lot as he drove his car into the area.
He parked his car in one of the spaces left and stared off through the glass for a while before opening the door and stepping down from the car.
"Of course, everyone's here." He said before slamming the door shut. "I'm an hour and twenty minutes late."
<Instead of trying to comfort yourself with sentiments, I think you should head to the pitch fast before you become two hours late>
Dave didn't reply to her as he slowly walked toward the entrance, he wasn't acting like someone who was arriving late for training.
<I thought you were supposed to be walking way faster than this>
'What's the point of rushing when you're already an hour plus late?'
<So that you don't add more minutes to your tardiness>
'Doesn't really make any difference.'