Will Street.
A black Volvo sedan swiftly drove by the roadside.
The window of the driver's seat was open, with Val's left arm resting on the window, occasionally glancing at the street to his left while driving.
Mid-December had arrived, and the Christmas atmosphere was becoming increasingly thick, with shops starting to promote holiday gifts.
The supermarket where Val worked was busier than usual, with many people already preparing for the holiday.
Val drove into the parking lot and happened to come across a coworker with dyed blonde hair. The coworker looked at Val's car and said, "Whoa, you finally decided to ditch that old clunker. This one looks a lot better."
Val laughed, "That's right, it's got a lot of space in the back."
"What does the space in the back have to do with driving? The blonde coworker looked puzzled. The car is meant to be driven; you're not sitting in the back, are you?"
Val got out of the car and patted his shoulder, "I won't be single forever."
