Inside A Car’s Trunk

Later that night, three hours from the city, an old inconspicuous car parked in front of a local fast-food restaurant. Not bothering that he was taking two parking spaces, the driver of the car stepped out cursing at the person he was talking to on the phone. He was a man in his mid-thirties. He was wearing faded jeans with huge tears on the leg and a worn-out shirt that looks like it hasn't been washed or taken off for days. 

The man spat the bubble gum he was chewing on the ground and then he walked inside the unsurprisingly empty restaurant. Though it was the only open fast-food restaurant near the dock, it was now close to midnight so there were no customers in the restaurant because most of the people working on the dock were already asleep.