"Yeah, I saw the guy," he said, shrugging. He pulled over near where she indicated.

Brian wasn't sure why he felt uncomfortable except that maybe her questions and her eyes were too much direct attention. He rubbed the sharp point of his elbow. "Look, you defied physics," he said. "I'm just kind of psychic."

After a quiet second, he picked up his phone and stuck the auxiliary cable into the port. He thumbed through a playlist of songs, seeing nothing but a blur of color. Brian found himself willfully disengaging from the conversation, disengaging from her, not because he wanted to be a tool but because he couldn't seem to stop himself.