you awkwardly sat in the passenger seat of his jeep. He had recently adopted you, a young, antisocial teenager who grew up in an orphanage. He was driving, his signature black hat resting on his head. He glanced and smiled at you. You looked outside, some trees and big areas of land and dirt surrounded it. You weren’t used to it. You were always used to loud atmosphere and cool temperatures, but Australia was different. “How’re you finding Australia?” he asked, with a big grin