She Was Natalia.

"Natalia looked through the panoramic view of life through the Chevy window. Chin leaned against forearm she breathed silently as outside raced by at 45 miles per hour along the longest stretch of road she'd ever seen. 'Do you know what I love most about looking out the window?' she asked softly. He swept a lock of dark brunette hair from his face. 'What, Natalia," he spoke. 'Life never stops. You're always going at the same speed and no matter what's going on around you, whatever's taking place outside never stops. It's almost as if it's a movie or something.' They sat in silence for a few moments. She knew he didn't understand her analogies, maybe because they were absurd and a bit juvenile. 'It never stops.'"