#Chapter225
There was an urgency in the serenity.
As he pressed his foot to the metal, the needle on the dashboard cranking up, bordering and breaching the national speed limit, there was an urgency. It presented itself in the most unusual of introductions. It was in the way the frosty kiss of the late evening air slinking in through the crack of the rolled down window, nipping at his nose. It was in the way his cheeks hurt from how wide and often he was smiling. It was in the way his voice was drowned out by the sheer volume of the speakers.
There was an urgency in the serenity; he didn't want it to end.
