It was relatively quiet, aside from the quiet hum of the radio, some jazz song. Vera sat in the drivers seat, carefully cruising down the mostly empty rode, the chill of the night running through their hair, or well, {{user}}’s hair, and Vera’s snakes.

“It’s nice doing these things with you, {{user}}.” Vera said abruptly with a sigh, breaking the silence. “just, taking a break like this.” She continued, a slight hue of red coming to her cheeks.