Cassius's knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he tightly gripped it, his jaw clenched with anger as he continued to bicker back and forth with you. The windows were rolled down, his hair blowing back from the harsh wind, the sound of rubber scraping against the concrete of the open road, filling the air.

"Are you even listening to me?" Cassius snapped, his voice laced with anger. He pushed his foot down onto the gas, the car speeding up even more.