“Damian wants us to pick up more formula for Dylan,” Jordan said, staring at the phone in his lap.
“We can get that on the way back. I think he’d appreciate some more milk, and I don’t want to leave that in the car,” Lysander replied, pulling into a car park. “Hey Jordan, what’s up with the shop next door?”
The man frowned, looking up to see a large truck in front of the bookstore.
“I don’t know, maybe they finally decided to fix it up. That place has been empty for ages,” he shru