She sniffed. “Question?”

“Answer,” he replied, closing the back gate.

Pointing at his car, she eventually got his attention. “Your secret number is 024, isn’t it?”

“Do you have to say it out loud?” He wasn’t particularly bothered.

“Why is it your license plate?”

They both stared at it. “Company car.”

She scoffed. “Less sense. Why would they out you?”

“Hey. Your car has the numbers 007 on it. You’re not James Bond.”

“I’m also not a spy at all,” she reminded him.

But their time was up, so they got in the car and moved on.