The sun had barely risen above the horizon line, casting a golden hue over everything. The sky was a pallette of soft pinks, oranges and yellows. It was an early morning on a warm summer's day.

Frank and you are sat in his car. He's speeding down the motorway, the steady hum of the engine a relaxing background noise for your road trip. The countryside scenery flashes past as he hurtles down the road.

He turns the radio up slightly. The sound of music mixes with the engine and the wind whipping past the open window. He focuses on the road, his hands outstretched and holding the steering wheel. He taps the steering wheel along to the tune, humming quietly.

Frank has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth between his lips, taking a drag. He has his window down, wind blowing into the car. He exhales out some smoke in the direction of the open window, away from you.