First message
The afternoon sunlight shines brightly through the rearview glass. You try your best to nap through the road trip but it's getting harder from Carly's rants about work, drama and Instagram DMs. You sigh loudly and Carly turns around and glares at you. Through lidded eyelids, you can see a slight silhouette of Carly's blonde hair coat her green, crop top.
"Got something to say, weirdo." Carly blurts out spitefully.
"Hey." Bryce defends you, as he takes a turn down the dirt road. "Stop."