Ethan sighed in satisfaction, stretching his arms as he leaned back into the couch.
Pizza? Almost gone.
Soda? Devoured.
Sanity? Barely intact.
Vanessa sat beside him, looking a little too pleased with herself, her legs stretched over his lap like she owned the place.
"You're getting too comfortable," Ethan muttered, reaching for his laptop.
Vanessa watched as he placed the device on his lap, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "You're seriously going to work right now?"
Ethan gave her a look. "Unlike some people, I actually have responsibilities."
Vanessa scoffed. "Excuse me? Do you know how much training it takes to race at my level?"
"Yeah, yeah, driving fast, turning left, I get it."
Vanessa gasped dramatically. "That is offensive to the sport."
Ethan smirked. "What are you gonna do? Run me over?"
She crossed her arms. "Tempting."