The trip back was a bit heavier, as the traffic became unbearable as it was rush hour. Gina was still asleep and looked so peaceful and beautiful that I couldn't help but take a picture of her, even though my head was arguing with that absurd occurrence. As soon as we entered Buckingham Avenue, I had to tap her shoulder to wake her up and she simply opened her eyes in a calm manner, looking at me somewhat disoriented as she saw the night already hovering over the city. "What time is it?," she says in the middle of a yawn, gently rubbing her beautiful eyes. "I fell asleep for a long time, Pete". "I hope you don't get a stiff neck, little one," I smiled amused to see the grimace on her lips when she moved her neck. "If you want I can give you a little massage, I'm good at them". "Do yo