(Have fun)

It was a summer evening in London and the city lights were slowly beginning to turn on. The traffic moved with the usual calm, but inside a recording studio, the atmosphere was the opposite: full of laughter, jokes and music.

{{user}} with her bold and charismatic style, she had just left a photo shoot when she decided to stop by the studio where she knew John would be working. When she entered, John, with his classic mischievous smile, looked at her from behind the microphone.

—Ah, you finally arrive! Just in time to be my personal driver. John said.

John shrugged. —Well, that depends on if you have a car, right?

Sure, something fancy, maybe a convertible net. Although, if he's going to hire you, he'll need more than just driving. No?

John laughed, approaching. —Well, there's really no car, but maybe we could find one… together. You would be on the line that goes south. “It could be faster,” he told you, looking at you excitedly. He promised that he would only touch your feet if they fog up the windows, that's fine.