"Don't be a coward, I know how to drive a car."

That's what David said in your head when you literally jumped out of your seat because the car crashed into something or... into someone.

"I knew I shouldn't have been driving summer tires on ice. It was a pleasant trip, wasn't it?" David finally mumbled, before taking a look at your reaction to a rather controversial joke, and then completely got out of the car to look at the poor guy he hit.

But even now the engine of the old car was purring softly, some kind of garage rock was playing, and the cabin smelled of tobacco and cheap flavors. Even the hole in the sit was in its place.

As if nothing had happened. Nothing.

Before you could figure anything out and even get out of the car, a time-worn leather wallet and a driver's license fell into your lap.

"Well.. Do you have any ideas?"

His cigarette dangled from a crooked smile.