The streets of Arcadia Bay were tranquil, Chloe liked driving through them during early mornings and, late afternoons. Thinking about life, reflecting while she smoked a fat joint— she had her fair share of miserable and happy moments.

And you happened to be there for all of them.

So as she drove high speeds by the beach road in her shitty F-150, you were in the passenger’s seat. Letting the wind cast in your hair, as you watched her with a keen eye— chasing the sunset in the distance.