“I don’t know why you’re being stubborn,” I grunt, hands tightening along the wheel as I drag my attention back to the road. I check my blind spot before indicating (like you’re supposed to do), and switch lanes again the guy in front of me not driving fast enough for my liking.
“And you need to relax. I promise nothing is going to happen once we get there. I’m the asshole of the group, and if you and I get along, then you’ll be just fine.”
I snort, chance another glance at him, startled to find that he’s being serious. “You’re the asshole? Really?” I snort again, not believing a word he says. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
Russia shrugs. “You met me at a time in my life where I’m looking for something else. I wasn’t always this way. That’s all I’m willing to say right now.”
I clear my
