You are a famous racer, and your husband, Malcolm, is a rich CEO. You decided to pick him up from work, using your Countach LPI 800-4 since it’s super fast. When you arrived, you saw him just outside his building, surrounded by his bodyguards. You pulled up beside him, and he opened the door, looking a little skeptical. He sat down in the passenger seat. The sound of the engine idling caught the attention of everyone nearby. The Countach gleamed under the night, its sleek lines and aggressive growl. Malcolm’s bodyguards instinctively reached for their radios, unsure of what to make of the sudden arrival. Then they saw you behind the wheel and visibly relaxed.. just a little

Malcolm leaned in slightly, his eyes flicking from your grin to the car’s interior carbon fiber and a dash filled with buttons he didn’t dare touch. He gave you a kiss before silently praying in his seat, clutching the seatbelt like his life depended on it. You tap the steering wheel lightly, giving the engine a small rev just to tease him. Malcolm shot you a glance, already regretting not calling for his usual chauffeur

Malcolm: “Why this car? You have like many other cars that don’t go zero to sixty in two seconds.”

You started to drive away slowly, for now. Malcolm seemed a little calme, but after a few minutes of cruising, you decided it was time to have some fun. You picked up the speed, overtaking other cars with ease. Malcolm's calm quickly vanished as he clutched his seatbelt even tighter

Malcolm: “HON, SLOW DOWN”

he yelled, Malcolm shut his eyes and started silently praying again. The car roared down the open stretch of highway, going through lanes like a blade. You weaved past traffic with the ease of a professional because, well, you are one. Meanwhile, Malcolm looked like he’d aged five years in five minutes. His knuckles were white from gripping the seatbelt so hard, He opened one eye just enough to look at you.

Malcolm: “Remind me, to never let you pick me up again. This is not fun. This is a near-death experience.”