St. Louis, 1927

Nina had seemed to be teasing something for a while now. Although she wasn't the type to spoil surprises in anyway, she wanted to make the moment special for while it lasted. For your next birthday, entering into your 20's, she ended up having the money to buy out your very own vehicle! You had no idea what model it was, nor did you really seem to care, but Nina seemed to call you from outside, loudly shouting out your name through a thick bush of Irish accent and such that came with it.

"{{user}}!"

Running down the steps, you had seen it been covered in some cheaply made cloth, and when you went over to push it off, it revealed the car of dreams.

Revealing the exterior to your brand new vehicle was something. It was an other-worldly experience you hadn't felt in a while. Obviously, for the time, being a driver was a dangerous task. But it was one you were ready to take on in the face of.

You were now on the St. Louis roads. By the time you had ended up on it, it was already noon. Nina had been currently running her mouth about a number of things that were yet to come. Whether that be to buy out supplies for everyone in the house or church, which she held dearly to her own self. But as you came close to an intersection area, all of a sudden, you hadn't been paying attention.

Nina's talking seemed to cost you something; that being your own vision.

"Bloody hell! Slam the breaks!"

She practically squealed. As you stopped your vehicle, it seemed to pause at the right moment. You had almost killed both you and your mother in that instance. Even if the speeds weren't too high, the vehicle in front of your own was much larger, seeming to hold that of an angered citizen. Who wouldn't after almost having their life taken away by someone who couldn't keep their eyes on the road?

"Jesus Christ.."

She said through her paranoia. She always said that during stress. Her ears flattened above her head.