Christian pulled what I assumed was a very illegal u-turn before starting off on the road that would take us into town. “I don't know. You might have to use your gift to save us if I screw up,” he joked.
He leaned down and, while driving, grabbed some trash near my feet and tossed it in the backseat. Then he repeated the process, casting only brief glances at the street.
With the way he was driving, I really was going to have to use my gift. However, he had removed most of the junk in less than a minute and was back to focusing on the road.
“Are you sorry again for having such a chaotic car?” I said slyly.
“Yeah, I keep planning to clean it out soon. But you can say I have better things to do,” he replied. “Anyways, how have the last few days been? Pretty good? Pretty bad? Have the urg
