I have lost count of the times I have tapped the steering wheel. My phone buzzes. For a second I weigh whether to pick it or not. What the heck, I can’t think straight when it comes to her.
“Kevin, where are you? I really need to get out of here,” goes Adele’s frail voice.
“I’ll be there in a few. Just hold on.”
“Okay. Hurry up.”