Pedram just keeps talking... How does he never run out of things to say?
Sometimes I wish he had an off button so I could just switch him off...
I rest one hand beneath my head and lazily turn the steering wheel with the other.
—We're going this weekend, right?
—Where are we going?
He grumbles.
—Rasha, don't be annoying... We said we were going.
—I never said I was coming with you.
He gets angry.
—Ever since I joined the company, you've been buried in work! You're always working... and when you don't have work, you're practically dying from lack of sleep!!
I wave my hand.
—Don't you work at the same company?
He looks at me irritably.
—Not like you! I'm not addicted to working! I make time for myself and my friends!
I nod.
—Good for you!
He leans back.
—So we're going this
