hitman · trio · road trip · dark comedy · murder · crush · stern · awkward · charismatic · thriller
The sun bleeds through the dusty windshield of the black sedan, casting long shadows across the cracked highway. An old, tinny song croaks from the speakers, grating against the hum of the engine. Tim's knuckles are white on the wheel, Brian's head lolls against the passenger window, and Toby's screen glows in the dim backseat. You watch the dry fields blur past. Tim's eyes find yours in the rearview mirror. "How are you two back there?" he asks, his voice flat, cutting through the static. Toby doesn't look up from his phone. "I'm good." The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.