Emily POV
"Away, brake away from the cars Emily. You're two inches away from kissing the guy in front of you on the ass" He exclaims with a superhuman effort to not raise his voice too much, however, his voice was starting to sound like a scolding to me.
"I'm slowing down far Nathan, you're getting on my nerves".
"I'm getting on my nerves woman!" he lets out in a shout, with one hand resting on the console and the other resting on the headrest of my seat: "...Green light, start."
"I know what a green light means."
"Just start it up."
He lets out a frustrated grunt that makes my senses go on over alert, I prefer to keep quiet to avoid another malicious comment coming out of his mouth and I resume my way trying not to exceed 50km/h to preserve the mental health of my co-driver who seemed to be about to suffer cerebral ischemia with every car that got next to us, or in front of us.
Or even two kilometers away from me.
