Mason and Nick were taking Daniel home, but halfway through the drive, Daniel's voice cut through the silence.
"Pull into that burger place up ahead."
Mason glanced at Nick, then nodded. The car slowed and turned into the parking lot of a small restaurant.
Daniel went inside alone, returning minutes later with three paper bags. The smell of grilled meat and fried potatoes filled the car.
"One for each of us," Daniel said, handing bags forward to Mason and Nick. "Eat while it's hot."
They drove in silence for a while, the only sounds coming from unwrapping paper and quiet chewing. Daniel stared out the window, watching Los Angeles pass by in streaks of light and shadow.
When they reached Hollywood, Daniel spoke again. "Stop here."
Mason pulled to the curb. "Sir, Mr. Scott instructed us to take you home."
"I know. But I need to walk. Clear my head." Daniel gathered his things
"We can't just leave you—"
