The girls in front are dancing and twisting around to some unheard music. In the back seat, there’s a guy hunched over, pointedly having no part in this. He looks out at the people standing in the sidewalk, makes a face and draws little circles in the air around his ear. (“They’re crazy.”) Then he hunkers down further into his seat and lowers his window a few inches, like he’s trying to air the car out, and the music filters out onto the sidewalk.