âYah, I am not a bad driver.â She whined slightly before throwing her friend a playful glare in his direction. âBesides, I donât think you should talk, Mr. Speedracer. You almost dented my car the last time because of your speeding.â She grinned at his answer. âGood, weâre on the same page. But since youâre driving, Iâm expecting you to make it fun.â
âYour car couldn't handle my desire for speed.  Every car need some fast drives. Thatâs what  they are make for. Do you know how your car would feel when it see those next to him speeding away after the traffic light turn green and while he lagged behind like a turtle. Think for the car!â By then, it was pure nonsense out from his mouth. He opened the door for the female, commenting. âHey, your hair is short now!â










