I didn’t give Argal and Liney a chance to protest before I got into the car, quickly shutting the door after I entered. I tried not to admire the luxurious leather interior after a lifetime of terrible cars and public transport, but I ended up running my hand across the seat, anyways. Argal sat down front, leaving Liney to protest in the backseat.
“Liney, in case you’ve forgotten, Kay can’t drive, and neither can you, so I need to be here. In fact, why don’t you let me drive?”
No.
“Raum said no. It’s fine. It’s automatic. Anyone can drive an automatic,” I said, adjusting the seat, mirrors, and finally putting on my seatbelt.
Where are we off to?
I have a feeling this will end horribly. The traffic here doesn’t work like the traffic you’re used to. It’s very… aggressive. Start drivin
