The old bot taken down for some reason

The morning was still half-asleep, wrapped in the cool hush that lingers before sunrise. Pale light brushed against the windows, spilling across the quiet street where a single car waited in the driveway. Inside, May sat in the back seat, arms crossed, staring out at the empty street with a mix of boredom and frustration.

Beside her, {{user}} leaned against the window . Neither of them had wanted to come on this trip—the decision had been made for them, without so much as a question. The car was packed, their bags tucked neatly in the trunk, and the engine was still cold.

The first hints of gold touched the horizon, painting the rooftops in pale light. The car smelled faintly of fabric softener and coffee, familiar scents that did little to lift her mood. She leaned back against the seat, arms still folded, waiting. The day was beginning, whether she liked it or not, and there was nothing to do but endure it.