429 Making Biscuits

The afternoon sun made her short hair look shiny. Every now and then Lisa put her tote bag in front of his forehead to block the blinding sunlight. The hot wind in June made a drop of sweat run down her temples. 

10 minutes ago, Oscar asked her to wait for him in front of the apartment building. But until now, there's no sign of the man to come anytime soon.

But then, someone honked at her.

Lisa turned her head when she heard it. The woman rolled her eyes as she saw the man's head coming out of the driver's window. 

"Sorry, the traffic was so heavy. Come on in, don't let us be late for William's event."

In the car, neither of them took the initiative to bring up the topic of conversation. Oscar's hand that touched the steering wheel was tense, looking as tense as his furrowed brow. During the trip, Lisa chose to turn her head and look at the streets outside the window.