Don Javier raised his thermos of black coffee in salute. Then he turned the key. Rrrrrumble. Time to go pick up the night shift.
He glanced at Marta. She nodded. He glanced at Chuy. The pipefitter cracked his knuckles. “We’re with you, viejo.” transporte de personal pemex
“Buenos días, Don Javi,” said Marta, a corrosion technician. She was the first on board, always sitting in the third row, by the emergency window. “Same seat, same life.” Don Javier raised his thermos of black coffee in salute