“I don’t understand,” Benji said, tapping his foot in the backseat, “why we can’t just go to the restaurant.”
“Because if we did, you’d break all my stuff,” Jamie replied, taking a sharp turn. High end stores morphed into low end apartments and Chinese hole-in-the-walls.
“I would not! I have plenty of control. Tell him, Toby.”
“Please don’t get me involved in this,” Toby murmured, pointedly looking out the window.
“If I told you I wanted to go to the restaurant because I loved your Monte Cristos,” Benji went on, leaning forward, “could we go there instead?”
“No. But… is that true?”
“Thank you!” The buildings outside morphed even further into bulky brick numbers that could only be warehouses. Jamie turned left, then weaved between them for awhile before arriving at one that loo