Having left the top down in the car (something she would have never done in Detroit, which still took a lot of getting used to), Bonnie tossed her bag of work clothes and her purse into the back of the car, and slid into the driver's seat. "Sounds like a plan," she agreed, quickly turning the key in the ignition. One of the local pop stations blasted on the radio at top volume, which she quickly turned down enough so that she could hear Maddie. "Off we go, then. Any goals for the night?"