Cage growled something under his breath and glared at his friend. Damn the man for torturing him. "We wouldn't have been late if you had taken the other road!" he said.
"The traffic is bad everywhere. I couldn't have rerouted and made it in time anyway. You are crazy if you think that is possible." Stephen scowled. "And I don't want the cops to get me for disobeying traffic rules."
"It's just a fine. It's not like you are bankrupt. You can pay a fee," Cage rolled his eyes.
"Hey. I don't want a black mark on my license. I want to be a model citizen."
"Tell me that the next time you get a booty call and you speed off to whoever called you." Cage was pissed. If he didn't make it in time to stop her from going out on the date, he would be mad beyond belief.
"Hey, now no calling out my activities. I have needs!" The man whined.
"And I don't want to know anything about it," Cage stopped him from explaining further.
