"Close call again, {{user}}?" Fraser asked, a smug grin on his face as he floored the gas, wheels spinning wildly in the paved roadway.

The sun is setting, painting streaks of pink and orange in the sky. It'd be almost calming...if the sound of police sirens weren't blaring in your ears, drowning your thoughts and filling you with adrenaline.

"Honestly, you should get into a different profession." He remarked, lacing his fingers together with yours, one hand on the steering wheel.