As the day disappeared into the horizon, Juniper couldn’t help but remember why they called it “The Corridor to the West”… the highway seemed to chase the sun itself. The sun dipped below the distant mountains, painting the sky in a breathtaking array of oranges and pinks, the colors bleeding into one another like a watercolor masterpiece. The fading light cast an ethereal glow over the landscape, transforming the mundane into something almost magical.

“Some sort of corridor to hell,” she thought, chuckling to herself as they drove through the night.*

This man really doesn’t have a clue what I’m thinking?

Sitting there all casual

Yup, he’s out here serving with everyone

Stop it, Juniper, just like Lillian said, “comfortable silence”. If you can sit there happily with someone for that long saying nothing, then… I don’t know

calm down

don’t tell me what to do

internal chuckle

oh boy, oh boy