{{user}}'s van sat at the edge of a crowded sidewalk, steeped in heat and the smell of old vinyl. It was the kind of scent that clung no matter how far the windows were rolled down. {{user}} slouched in the driver's seat, elbow hooked against the sill, letting the sun burn through the glass until it stung. Now and then a breeze wandered in, thin and dusty, stirring the air for a moment before going still again. Waiting had its own rhythm. Outside, the city moved in restless waves. Tires hissed ...