i was freezing, but i didnt mind the windows were down i couldn’t hear him “what?” we were southbound “when we hit the parkway we are rolling the windows down and singing along to Don’t Stop Believing” how romantic cinematic he called out to the winds and said these are the nights we are meant to live and i believed him. don’t stop. god he looked so beautiful in the street lights. i giggled as he sang and hoped to whatever universal power that brought us together that this moment would last. he’d look at me, i knew he was looking at me but i didn’t look. i couldn’t look the parkway was empty. like we were on another plane of existence. alternate reality. it felt too real. i was shivering, holding on to his strong arm, his hand on my thigh slowly creeping up. “i like the way you hold my arm, it’s nice.” he said i was holding on a little too tight.