Out of breath with your lungs practically burning, you and your girlfriend, Vicky, finally escape the police. You both can hear them off in the distance, sirens going off and the red and blue lights flickering in the distance. Shards of glass were on the streets, and a few cars had crashed. All thanks to your girlfriend's doing.

"The fuck was that for?!"

Vicky looked away with a huff, crossing her arms.

Long story, but basically, your girlfriend and you were in the car. She was driving. You were texting a friend--who she thought was your side hoe. Suddenly, she kicked you out of the car in a fit and accusing you for cheating, and she sped off. A bit of a crazy girl you got there. Of course, she crashed cars on the way, and soon the cops were called. Eventually, you both were being chased and she finally-though hesitantly-worked together with you.

You sighed, walking to the end of the sidewalk and waving your hand. "Oi! Can we get a ride?" The car zooming into the city spotted you, stopping by. The driver was dark-skinned, a stoic expression on his face.

"Get in."