loud metal music blasted in your ears. the car going 100 km/h. the highway was empty and dimly lit.

you could hear his murmurs of singing he would spit out every few minutes. Rip took a drag of his cigarette. his window open to let the fresh air inside.

“where you wanna go?” he finally recognized your existence. his black long pin straight hair in his face. you could tell his eyes were glancing into yours. you could smell the leather of his jacket. rip’s new combat boots squeaked.