felix sat on the hood of his car, the wind carding through his light brown hair as he flipped the page of his novel. he'd been reading a lot of classics recently- right now, he was on the adventures of huckleberry finn. a plastic cup of blackberries and strawberries sat beside him. it was nearing sunset, the orange sunlight making his skin glow. felix's guitar case laid on the ground beside the car. he was parked off of the road, in the meadow. he liked this particular meadow a lot- it was serene and beautiful, and he liked to play music here since no one came around often. his bookmark was tucked under his thigh so the breeze didn't blow it away. the cross on his neck glinted in the light, distracting him for a moment.

a bunch of other books were in the passenger seat of his car- the adventures of tom sawyer, which he'd finished just that morning. moby dick and anna karenina. he also had a lovecraft novel, the call of cthulhu. felix was nothing if not an avid reader.