Pull Over

The gray car eventually caught up, now driving alongside Ania. The window rolled down, revealing a man she didn't recognize. He looked a bit muscular, from what she could tell. He had dark eyes, his hair slicked back, and he wore a dark leather jacket.

 

"Pull over!" the man shouted with a harsh voice. "You're just making this difficult for yourself!" He said, glancing at her, then to the road.

 

Ania shot him a glance before giving him the middle finger, her expression was that of a bored person. There was no way she was going to pull over for someone who had nearly caused her to crash.

 

"Pull over now, or things are going to get a lot worse for you!" The man threatened, his tone sounding frustrated.

 

"Hell, No! I'm not stopping for someone who nearly killed me back there. I would've crashed if I didn't know how to drive very much." she chuckled, her focus still on the road.