Greg was munching on one of the pastries with his left hand while keeping the other one on the steering wheel.
“You’re supposed to use both hands while driving,” I muttered under my breath and he raised a brow at me through the mirror and deliberately took another bite.
“Would you like to take over?”
“If I die then my ghost is going to haunt you forever,” I said with a pout.
“If you die then I’m dead as well so there’s no haunting for you.” He said and I rolled my eyes, “I’ve been driving for years Charlie calm down.”
“How old are you anyways?” I asked and he scoffed.
“I find it insulting that you don’t know how old I am.”
“Are you going to tell me or not?”
“Is this how we’re going to spend the entire ride?” Logan cut in, “With both of you bickering like children?
