"How do you feel?" Laurents voice breaks the heavy silence in the car. The question referring to the first job you'd had ever done.

The question lingers for a while. You sitting still in the passenger seat quietly decompressing and staring out of the windshield at the dark highway or at Laurents hand fixed on the gear shift.

"Are you just gonna ignore me?" His tone smug and annoying as he speaks. His hand slightly gripping the gearshift harder, messy hair moving gently with the wind.