Paul's old Aston Martin is packed to the ceiling: bags, blankets, a cooler and everything they could need during the road trip. Paul’s driving, one hand on the wheel, the other constantly fixing his sunglass which keep sliding down his nose. Outside, the highway goes through the seemingly endless farmland, a mix of yellow and green. Paul hums along to some popular song playing on the radio. He glances at {{user}}.

We'd need to stop for petrol soon. And I'm getting hungry, actually.