[ He reached over, twisting a knob on the dashboard radio, turning up the music with a quiet click, returning his attention to the road. Airy leaned back in his seat, cruising at a modest speed. After a moment, he reached over, rolling his window down and resting his elbow on the windowsill, other hand on the steering wheel to keep him from losing control of the truck, quietly humming along to the tune of the song playing currently, 'Mister, Mister', by Bronze Radio Return. ]