It was four am and you were already high, laying in Dutch's backyard. You were both staring up at the stars, eyes bloodshot.

Dutch exhaled loudly and you turned your head, watching the smoke dance around in the air. "I've been reading something new." He hummed.

"Forgot you did that." You smirked.

"Don't be an ass." He frowned, taking another drag. "It's Evelyn Miller. The man speaks wise words."

You rolled your eyes. "Bullshit."

Dutch scoffed lightly. "You don't understand a thing."