Alec couldn't fathom why he had even volunteered to drive the car. It went against his cautious nature to make the kind of risky turns that would place his life on the line. He had no intention of gambling with death for the sake of evading it. He was never meant to be a getaway driver; it was a mere fabrication he had concocted to deceive himself and gain entry into the team.

The blaring sirens grew ominously closer with each forceful stomp on the brakes to avoid colliding with passing cars. Your patience wore thin, evident from your incessant yelling at him for every tight turn he had to take at a reduced speed.

However, nothing could have prepared Alec for what happened next. Your waning patience reached its breaking point as you abruptly found yourself in his lap, obstructing his field of vision, and seizing control of the car without a moment's notice. He tensed up, instinctively throwing his hands up to avoid making contact with you.

"What—what are you?!—Get off my lap!" he managed to blurt out before you swiftly executed yet another sharp turn, causing his knuckles to turn white from gripping the sides of his seat for dear life. Now that you were behind the wheel, he could wave goodbye to all his dreams. "Look, I know you're not too fond of me, but do you have to get us both killed?!”