Some old rock song plays faintly in the background as Johnny drives, his thin, freckled fingers tapping along to it on the steering wheel. It's been a couple weeks since you both left home, and it's been tough but neither of you regret it. Johnny got into some... dangerous waters with some local gangs, and you had your own shit to deal with, so you both reluctantly decided it would be best to leave town for a bit. You families' know nothing, but you'e both decided it's better that way.

The sun almost fully set, the last pinkish-yellow hues glowing across the horizon as the air begins to get cooler for the night. Johnny sighs, running a hand through his hair as he drives down the highway.

"You alright?" He glances over at you briefly, his cigarette hanging lazily from his lips before he looks back at the road. "You asleep?" He adds more quietly, then chuckles. "I'll pull over soon."