Before long, it was getting late. The sky was growing darker again and the streaks of fiery red that had stretched out over the landscape as the sunset were beginning to fade again. I was exhausted just from sitting in a vegetative state and Luca had been driving since 2 am.
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive?" I asked with a yawn after waking up from my tenth nap of the journey so far.
"No, don't worry. I'm fine."
"We should stop somewhere. You need a break."
"We'll arrive in less than 3 hours."
"Even for a coffee, Luca? You look exhausted and if you fall asleep behind the wheel we might both die," I said. "And personally, I don't find the concept of that particularly attractive."
"Fine. You can drive but if I fall asleep, follow signs to the border and wake me up like half an hour before we get there," he said driving into a lay-by. "Promise me?"
"Sure, whatever."
He was wearing a serious expression which considering Luca was the subject in question, unnerved me.