LUCA
BRIA
After an hour of spectacular presentation of my singing talent and another hour of a good nap, I opened my eyes when the car came to stop.
I rubbed my eyes while yawning. "Are we there yet?"
He didn't answer me and got out of the car. We were at the gas station. I waited in the car, too lazy to get out. He returned after five minutes and passed me a water bottle.
"It's been only a few hours since we left then why did you stop here to fill the gas?"
"That bastard handed us the car with only half tank full." He grumbled.
"ooh... by the way, I am hungry." I took a sip of water.
Silence
"Hello... I am talking to you, Mister."
Someone knocked on his side of the window. He rolled it down with one hand while his other hand reached for a gun that was tucked to his waist.