Grant turned his head from the front seat and saw the kid coming well before he got there, so by the time Adam walked up Grant was hopping out of the cab of the truck. "Hi," he said, with a real earnest smile. He didn't have anything to gain from this particular endeavor, except a day well spent. He almost felt like doing something just to spite the heavy haze that lay thick like old wool on everything. It felt like bad smog, and he didn't like it one bit.
"I'm Grant." He shook Adam's hand like he did it for a living--which he had. Big white smile, American handshake, firm but not crushing. Up, down. Smile. Release.
"So, you were 'some of everything,' right?" He turned back toward the truck and came back with one of the covered plates.