She catches him staring and he hunkers down beneath the weight of it, like a warm comforter. 'Smiles a little and shifts on the seat. These cabs haven't been updated in years and they all carry the familiar, slightly stale smell of hurry and stress.

"I was thinking about hot dogs," he says, apropos of nothing. "There's a stand a couple blocks from your place. 'Usually open until after two. You eat anything today?"