Lacking any other option and not wanting to drive himself to work, he slid on a chair next to hers and waited patiently. "Please hurry up Amy."
She nodded and focused back on her food, relishing every taste that touched her taste buds. Several long minutes later, she dropped her empty cup on the table. "Done."
Jeff sighed and walked with her to the underground garage. "Which car?" he asked.
Amy looked at the many cars before her, this was normally the most interesting and challenging part of her morning. She approached the table that held all the keys. Randomly, she chose a key and pressed it and a grey car made a sound from somewhere in the middle. "That one."
