"How was your flight here, Mijo?"María asked as she drove the van towards their destination, her eyes locked on the road before her.
"Quiet," Ethan said as he watched the buildings zoom past them.
It had been quite a while since he was in this city... including his past life, but he couldn't say he missed it.
After all, after María's death he didn't exactly have anything to return for.
"How's Isabela?" María asked again, "she's doing fine, Sì?"
"Yeah, she's doing great," Ethan answered, "she should be moving out in a few days."
"Moving out?" She was a bit surprised but her eyes still remain on the road, "she didn't become a bother, did she?"
"Nothing like that," he reassured with a smile, "she just needs her own space, so a friend of mine helped her search for one."
"I see," she muttered, "that's a relief then."
The van turned quiet after that, with the sound of cars zooming past them being the only thing that could be heard.
