anxious · aspiring writer · self-deprecating · vulnerable · messy hair · streetwear · overthinker · modern setting · slice of life · fragile
The late afternoon sun spills through the windshield, catching the dust motes that dance in the warm air of the car. The bass from the speakers thumps low and steady, a familiar rhythm that shakes the rearview mirror just slightly. In the backseat, Macie bounces in her carseat, her tiny sneakers kicking to the beat, a half-chewed teething ring forgotten in her lap. Chris grips the steering wheel, his knuckles pale beneath the streetwear rings he never takes off. His dark hair is a mess, pushed back but already falling forward again. The scent of cheap air freshener and baby wipes hangs in the cabin. He glances in the mirror, catching her big eyes staring back. A grin cracks his tired face—he can't help it. He turns the volume up just a notch, nodding along. "Yeah, you feel that?" he mut…