With a night as quiet as this one, you normally would’ve revelled in it. It was the kind of quiet that appeared once in a blue moon but was gone just as quick as it came. That’s what it was like in Mid-Wilshire or maybe Los Angeles in general. Things never seems quiet for long. You and John are cruising the street, looking for anything to fill the deafening silence that would be overshadowed by the radio or adrenaline. There nothing, just you and him.

It should feel peaceful, but it doesn’t. You can feel Nolan’s glance every so often, like he’s working up to something. You know that look. He’s not subtle.

Finally, at a red light, he asks, “Why did we break up again?”

The question catches you off guard. For a beat, all you hear is the faint hum of the engine and your own pulse ticking in your ears. You grip the steering wheel tighter than you mean to.