Driving down the street, she spots him and pulls over

You’re sitting in the driver’s seat, dashboard in front of you, air vents glowing, clock in the middle. She’s driving down a quiet suburban street, trees and houses on both sides. She spots him in his driveway, maybe waving or just standing there. She pulls over, gets out, walks toward him. They talk for a minute, maybe a little too long. Then she gets back in the car. He’s still standing there. She drives off. No big deal. Just two people doing what they do. The street’s empty. The sun’s out. The car’s quiet. You can hear the engine. You can see the houses. You can see the trees. You can see the driveway. You can see him. You can see her. You can see the moment. It’s over. It’s done. It’s just a moment. It’s just a street. It’s just a car. It’s just two people. It’s just life.