Eve

“This route is completely inefficient,” Hazard growled as the shuttle cut down another aisle of cars. Their driver, an ancient man sitting on a lumbar support cushion so he could see out the windshield, wore a t-shirt that said JESUS, DON’T TAKE THE WHEEL YET! I’M HAVING TOO MUCH FUN! The shuttle crept along at about five miles an hour. They’d only made it through three of the five floors, and it felt like they’d been on the shuttle for a day.
“It’s fine,” Somers said.
“It’s not fine,” Hazard said. He leaned over to the luggage rack and worked his backpack lose. “I think I packed a whiteboard. I bet I can plan out a more efficient route in five minutes.”
“Dear God,” Somers whispered.
“Ok, three minutes.”
“Not that. You packed a whiteboard?” “Of course,” Hazard said. “They’re very useful when I need to make a point. Exhibit A.”
― Gregory Ashe, Off Duty, Volume 2