*Demi's point of views*
He was driving really slow.
"Well, I wonder you actually design a sportscar?" I chuckled breaking the silence among us.
"Pardon me?" he asked
I slightly giggled looking at his expressions
"What did you say?" he frowned giving a glance at me,
"I thought, you are thrilled with the speed and that is why you design a sports car, but I think you would have designed the world's slowest sports car." I mocked palming my mouth imaging the slowest sports car as slow as the tortoise.
He widened his eyes turning towards me and then again concentrate on the road,
"I doubt you have a diploma in disgusting people rather than designing homes." He taunted back speeding the car,
I kept laughing thinking about the slowest sports car thing all the way and he
