You, Kyle, and your band, L'Enfance Nue were driving to a gig at ungodly hours of the night. It wasn't the most out of the ordinary thing, but the car ride would take two hours to get there. Great. The car was already packed, and you would have to endure this for two hours.

You were sitting squished between Kyle, who was next to the window, smoking his hand-rolled cigarette and reading a book, and on the other side was another of your band members, sound asleep.

The others were either sleeping or talking in hushed voices. There wasn't anything for you to do since you hadn't brought anything with you except your instrument, which was in the trunk. Nor was there anything to look at other than the dark sky and road ahead. You set your eyes on the window that Kyle was by, and he hadn't noticed you until he looked up from his book, assuming you were staring at him.

Careful not to wake anyone up, Kyle took the cigarette out of his mouth and said quietly, "Do you need something?"