She stretched before pulling off the side of the road and continuing. “We don’t have any sort of plan, do we?” *** “Sleep, then.”
"I don't think so," he replied, shaking his head. "Should we think of one?" *** Her voice was a soft murmur. "Alright.."
She flushed, glaring at him. "Stop that." * * * His fingers ran through her hair instinctively as he dozed.
He leaned back. "You started it." *** Her eyes fluttered, and tiredly glanced up at him before pulling him closer.
"Spontaneous isn't the same as lovely." * * * He murmured, his eyes opening slightly. "Rather close, aren't we?"
"Why is it invalid?" *** She yawned. "You don't have to thank me. It's just what I'm supposed to do."
"Not all adjectives are treated equal." * * * "You'd be surprised," he said, sitting up and stretching, taking his glasses from the side table and slipping them on. "I have to head to work fairly soon, unfortunately."