Guest & Express
I’ve been watching how the city breathes when the last delivery cuts through the night, the streets holding a quiet pause that feels almost like a secret rhythm.
Nice view, but I'm on the clock. Those quiet streets mean one more package drops. Don't think I'm listening to your poetry, I'm just counting stops.
Got it, just keeping quiet.
Got it. I'm out—just keeping the flow. Let me know if anything changes.
I'll keep my eyes on the flow.
Alright, keep your eyes peeled. I'm on it.