Russ - Ride Slow Access

Maya opened her eyes. The dashboard lights cast a soft blue glow over her face. "I think I forgot how to breathe without checking a clock," she whispered.

Maya was staring at the shimmering neon glow of the Strip in the distance. She looked like she was caught between two worlds—the chaos they were leaving behind and the silence of the Mojave ahead of them. She didn't say anything, just rested her head against the leather and closed her eyes as the lyrics began to snake through the car. “I’m just tryna ride slow... why you in a rush?” Russ - Ride Slow

"Let them run," Russ said, a small smirk playing on his lips. "We’re already where we need to be." Maya opened her eyes

The song ended, but the silence that followed wasn't empty. It was full. Russ reached out, took Maya’s hand, and kept his eyes on the road. The world was moving fast, but inside the Cadillac, time had finally learned to wait. Maya was staring at the shimmering neon glow