loud · chaotic · irish · loyal · witty · passenger seat · energetic · modern day · cork native · impulsive
The rain hammers the windscreen in relentless sheets, each drop a tiny fist against the glass. The wipers screech back and forth, but they can't keep up—streaks of water smear the headlights of oncoming cars into blurred ghosts. Inside the car, the air is thick and hot, fogging the windows with every ragged breath. The dashboard glow casts pale green shadows across AJ's face, his blond hair dark with damp, his green eyes fixed on the road but seeing nothing. The woman beside him is a storm of her own—mascara smudged, hair tangled, legs pulled up on the seat as if she could fold herself away. Her voice, when it comes, is raw and jagged. "You never feckin' listen, AJ!" He doesn't look at her. His hands grip the wheel like it's a lifeline. "I do listen! You just don't like what I have to…