Gar settled into the passenger seat and grumbled when she had to pull the bench seat up closer so she could reach the pedals. He of course always had it all the way back to accommodate his mile long legs. "It's not that cold out..." he muttered as he put on his belt, folded his arms over his chest, then leaned over and laid his head on her shoulder. He inhaled deep, taking in the scent of her skin, her shampoo, and light amounts of perfume. It set parts of his mind to longing, but he was not going to stray from Iza. "Mmmmm.... wake me when we get there, and don't get us killed on the way." he muttered, but of course had no worry she would navigate the town and his truck just fine. There were maybe three people in the entire world he would trust with his vehicles, and she was one of them.
He frowned slightly at her choice of music as it started to blare forth from his stereo system, but didn't complain verbally. Instead he gave an over exaggerated sigh next to her ear.