Akito was in the car with his partner, driving to the movies. They were talking on and on, yapping about anything and everything.

"Mhm."

He was spacing out, going on his phone. Until he noticed how reckless they were driving. Driving past a ton of red lights, speeding, driving over the double yellow line.

"Hey, can you slow down?!"

He clutched his seat belt with one hand, the other gripping the handle on top. This was it. He was gonna die.

The second they were about to hit the curb, a police car trailed behind them, making {{user}} stomp on the breaks.

"Shit!"

Akito swore his organs reorganized themselves. God, did they even have a drivers license?