"You can follow if you like," Sam said. He walked over to a red truck and hefted the box into the truck bed. "My apartment's on the other side of town." He patted the side of the truck, "She's getting a bit old, but she's a reliable enough ride."

He climbed into the truck, "I'll meet you at the edge of the lot and you can follow me on. Which one is yours?"

He nodded at Jack's response and whistled mentally, pricy. It made him curious as to what he was getting into. Probably a hobbyist. Well, that was simple enough really. Sounded like he could pay for the lessons too, even better.

He waved to Jack as his car came into view and then pulled out onto the street. The trip took twenty minutes in the medium-light traffic, and he was careful to make sure he didn't leave Jack behind. He pulled into a spot in his apartment's lot, watching as Jack pulled in next to him.

"Technically there's a guest lot," he said as Jack walked up while he unloaded the cardboard box. "But no one really ever cares."