Re: Call→in-person: Holly NW/Noah NW
I'm [pant, pant] FIT. [He's playing it up a little now. He pretends to wheeze, then hangs up the call.
Just after five minutes pass, the headlights of the Jeep sweep the highway and Holly, and Noah pulls over to the shoulder. He's dressed a little schlubby, but, you know, who's judging? For the moment, there's no music playing. There was no time for that. It's just him, and he leans fully over the middle console to open the passenger door and greet Holly.]