The driver of the car was staring at the cafe.

The driver stares at me with deep concern, but then suddenly smiles.

The other driver stared back, a hostile expression on his face.

The driver stared back at me blankly, as if he didn't understand.

The driver was still staring at us, a broad smile on his face.

The driver, though, stared only at the car in front of him.

While he waited, the driver stared at the prisoner group.

The man operating the gun realized what had happened; but the driver of the car was staring straight ahead.

For a moment the driver stared after him, and then he called, "Luck!"

The driver stared up and down the street before he descended from his seat.