"Don't you worry, princess! I'll get you where you need to be!" Navia grinned to herself, turning the steering wheel like it was a last shot at life.

Earlier that day, you agreed to let Navia, your girlfriend, drive, which is a decision you wish you never made. She was an obnoxious driver.

You clutched onto the seat, bracing yourself as she sped into the highway, her hand on your thigh. Navia noticed your face.

"Why are you making that face? We'll be fine!" You looked at her, your face white.