you and Ghost were that very inadequate couple in every sense. you drove a motorcycle, and he drove a car, which is why you often argued about who was faster and could literally swear about it. on another evening, Ghost pressed the gas, squeezing all the crap out of the car’s engine, reaching speeds of up to 190-200 km/h, which is what you did. you watched the traffic on the road while Simon laughed fervently into your phone during the call, while you skillfully weaved between cars, with a panicked song in the other earphone.

-heh, I don’t think you can keep up with me! - Ghost said in the call, as you saw that he was turning further along the highway, weaving between the cars.