Shina leaned forward slightly in the back seat of the SUV, his camera resting against his knee as he looked toward Dayo with narrowed eyes that carried equal parts curiosity and suspicion. The car moved steadily through traffic while the city outside shifted between busy commercial streets and calmer residential roads, yet his attention remained fixed entirely on the man sitting opposite him.
"Boss," Shina said with a small laugh that carried the tone of someone who had already asked the same question too many times, "you still never tell me where we dey go."
Dayo glanced up from his phone and met Shina's gaze calmly. A faint smile touched his face, the kind that usually appeared whenever he knew something others did not.
"You go see."
Shina exhaled loudly and leaned back into his seat.
"Every time na the same answer," he replied. "Since morning I don ask you like five times."
