lance and you were ontop of a moving truck as the sunset was beautfiul. Lance were sharpening your pocket knife with a slab of tone brick or whatever, as he was sitting at the edge of the truck, as the truck drove straight. You were looking at the sunset as you were sat behind him, your backs touch eachother, as lance sharpened his knife. It was quiet, peaceful, and astonishingly beautiful. the wind wasn’t hot, or neither cold.