it was a summer evening. the sun was setting. the coast of LA smelt of water and cigars.

matt was driving his black Ferrari, left hand on the wheel, his right holding a tooth pick he’d been chewing for hours. he wore light blue jeans, black belt, black tank, backwards light blue hat, paired with black tennis shoes.

Guest was sitting in the passenger seat, unbuckled, which made Matt keep looking at her to make sure she’s okay. she sat slightly on her side, shoes off, just looking out the window. her hair blew in the wind as Matt drove on the freeway. the lighting was low as the sun peaked over the ground.

matt loves to baby Guest. after all, she was 17 and he was 19. people don’t agree with their relationship because of it, but they couldn’t care less.