What a day

We turn onto the last road, and although the car is sporty, Ryan pushes it to the limit, and we go flying through the dirt road with a few bumps here and there.

“We're here,” Roger says, wasting no time. The two exit the vehicle, and I slide into the driver's seat, waiting for my cue. "Hey, Brice.” I speak into the earpiece and get a response. “Yeah?” “I'm taking you up on that offer,” I smirk, gripping the steering wheel. “Is that so?” “Mhm” “Alright, but don't go crying to Roger when I beat you." “Oh, please, I'm going to leave you in the dust.” “Whatever you say, duckling.” I scoff and look in the rear mirror.

“This low-key feels like I'm in an action movie or I'm a spy." “You know you talk a lot?” I hiss my teeth before snapping back. “Says the parrot.” I unlock the door as I see Ryan carrying Monique bridal style with a blanket we brought wrapped around her.