Only when the car almost slammed stop had I realize I'd been driving way too fast. Caressing my fresh wound from hitting the front window, I sheepishly glance at him. Seemingly unhurt, he was looking outside as if the shock didn't affect him at all. I was planning to call him but his name got stuck somewhere in my throat. Giving up, I unbuckle my seat belt and cracked the door open. It was blazingly sunny. By instinct, I dug my hand in my pocket. One cigarette left. I lit it and slowly stroll down the heated asphalt. Soon, his shadows reached mine. "Lock it." He simply ordered and soon the car bipped behind us. It't not like me to follow his orders, never was the obedient type, even to an older guy like him. Especially to him. But today. Today was different.