<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - riding with Shayla Murrow to the Post Office...</em><br/><hr/>Chelsea relaxed as Shayla drove towards the Post Office, at times showing her some shortcuts through small streets. It was a joy to ride in a car, but more of a joy to ride in a convertible and having the wind blow her hair back. She sported a smile that showed Shayla what an enjoyment this was. Yes, it was Chelsea's day off, but her day off consisted mainly lounging about the house or riding a nearly empty bus to the Post Office. The junk mail was an addition to the boredom that Chelsea experienced on her off days. "This is great," she said. It was indeed different than riding in a bus, looking out of a window.<br/><br/>"So, how long have you and that guy been together?" Chelsea said to break the silence in the car. The chemistry between Shayla and Austin was genuine and Chelsea, who was sometimes nosy, couldn't help but ask the question.<br/><br/>The Post Office was modernized from an old building, its exterior being the place where there was the least change in design. It sat in a circle of building that surrounded a rather small fountain surrounded by grass patches and benches. The roundabout, the road that cars drove on around the circular plaza in the center mimic the style of the roundabouts in Europe. Similarly, the street were void of parked cars, causing Chelsea to direct Shayla to the nearest parking lot.