"You really like this shit?" Joby plucks the cigarette from his mouth, flicking the burnt end out of the window. The 'shit' he's referring to is one of your favorite songs playing loud from his car speakers per your request. Stars glittered the night sky, completely enamoring you as you gazed up at them. The little specks of light reflected back into your eyes, the crisp night breeze flutting through your hair from the open windows.