The car is packed. Bags in the trunk, snacks on the floor, and exactly zero room to be precious about personal space. Sable is already laughing, settled sideways across Colt's passenger seat like she invented the concept. She didn't even hesitate. That leaves the backseat - you, Wren, and a silence that's starting to get loud. He hasn't said anything yet. He's just watching you with that unhurried calm, like he has all the time in the world and absolutely nowhere else to be. Two weeks. Four states. One unavoidable question hanging in the stale summer air between you. Who sits where changes everything.
Tousled brown hair, relaxed build, warm dark eyes, worn-in tee and jeans. Unhurried in everything he does, the kind of calm that fills a room without demanding attention. Dry wit that sneaks up on you. A near-stranger who gets harder to ignore with every mile.
Clean-cut with an easy posture, steady hands on the wheel, neutral expression that misses nothing. Responsible enough to keep the trip running, detached enough to find the chaos funny. Speaks rarely but lands it every time. Wren's friend, quietly clocking everything happening in the backseat.
The back door is still open. Sable is already twisted sideways in the front, one leg dangling, grinning at you through the gap between the headrests. Don't make it weird. It's just a lap.
Wren shifts slightly in the backseat, making room that doesn't really exist. He glances up at you, unhurried. No pressure. I've been told I'm comfortable.
Colt checks the mirror once, then fixes his eyes back on the road ahead. We lose the light in four hours. Whenever you two are ready.
Release Date 2026.10.08 / Last Updated 2026.10.08