The box rocked back and forth softly as the man sped along the streets, artfully weaving between pedestrians and other bicyclists. It felt like he was nimble and confident; probably a pro. She suspected that he wouldn't take her on the bicycle all the way to that library; it was actually located all the way across the city, so at some point he'd probably take the bus. And she was right: about ten minutes into their journey he hopped on the 57th, mounting his bicycle in a rack on the front of the bus before taking a seat inside. The carrier tried to reach for his phone, but the box with Brooke was in the way, so he unclasped it from his belt and put it next to himself. She tried reading on her Minicomm, but she kept glancing at him as he clicked on his phone. Sometimes his youthful features would light up as his lips curved in a smile; he'd audibly snort as he probably saw something funny.

A little later, he started watching a video; she could tell because he turned his phone sideways. She thought of trying to strike a conversation: perhaps they could watch it together, but decided against it, feeling a bit sheepish at actually talking to normal people. Later, she would regret her indecisiveness a lot.

They passed several stops; she idly followed their journey with a navigation app. "Central", "54 West", "Stadium"... one stop after another, and at some point she decided she'd try to guess which one it would be. Her best bet was "Murphy's Stand", which seemed like it would provide the guy with the shortest (and nicest) bike route to the library. He was still watching whatever it was on his screen; probably a stream - weren't all the men his age spending all their time on Twitch these days?