Gravity did no favours for tired dreamers...
So he sank further into his seat as he warmed his blood with the burning tobacco, swiping the flame with his index and thumb to put it out. Fanning the dying flames of his high as his tired and sore eyes blankly rested on the little green tree hanging on his rear view mirror with a breeze easy in his face from the open window; before they subconsciously glanced down and around at an old women gradually making her way to her car through the almost empty parking lot under the growing night, then back into his own car.
Rowland silently and patiently waited for Nick, laying his head back on the seat and staring back at the little pine tree too numb to think further than this moment, until they subconsciously lowered at the sight of a dark figure
