Late night encounters #2 Gangien

I'm sitting in a red Subaru traveling 90 miles per hour on Highway 10 between Los Angeles and Phoenix. The sun in blasting through the window hitting my pale skin wearing a tank top that reads; "Skank". The blazing 90°f is hitting my body but at the same time I'm feeling the cold, refreshing breeze from the air-condition. If you ever drove on this road you know that it's about a 80 miles ride straight, as the last part of the highway. The smell isn't doing much for me, it's a mixture of dry desert air and the air-condition smell. Mac Miller is blasting on the stereo like so many times before as we keep going. I take a sip of my ice-cold Sprite as we approach Phoenix, we pass a sign that says "47 miles", to go. And I see it, we're approaching a small town, what catches my eye is the signs that say McDonald's, Wendy's, Taco Bell and Carl's Jr. I catch a breath in this hot but cold car as I say "You want pull over hear to get some food?" - "Yeah sure, I could eat" Sean says.