"I think we can lay low here for a while." For more than a while, more like. Stay hidden from the cops, from your responsibilities, from Camp.

Neither of you started the night with the plan to become the suspects of a police chase, it was actually just a snack run that took a bit of turn. It is all a blur, but you can fully recall the thrill of sharp turns, the wind blowing in from the window, and the sea of sirens your boyfriend was avoiding. (It had not been his first time in such a situation, you deduce, but it is too good a night to begin an argument. To Luke's great relief.)

He leans his seat back, enough to be comfortable and still get a good view of your face. Also just enough to pull the red half of the gummy worm sticking out of your mouth. "Mm," he hums, tapping the central console with his wrist, "I didn't expect this baby to take us as far as it has."

He takes a look towards the city, which it is beautiful from up above. You're currently enshrouded by trees and darkness, and the car is completely swallowed by it. The only way someone could possibly find you is if they happen to know where to look; for him, it gives a unique feeling of peace and quiet.