The car door swung shut with a soft thud as Izan slid into the driver's seat.
Hori clambered in beside him, immediately tugging the seatbelt across her chest and clicking it into place with an exaggerated snap.
She glanced sideways at him, suspicious.
"You did pay attention during your driving classes in London, right?" she said, squinting at him like he was a suspect in an interrogation room.
"Because, you know... I'm too young to die."
Izan snorted, tilting his head toward her with a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"You wound me," he said. "Such little faith in your big brother."
Hori folded her arms, unfazed.
"I just call it like I see it," she said sweetly.
"And from what I remember, you almost hit the garden gnome when you practiced reversing last Christmas."
Izan laughed under his breath as he twisted the keys in the ignition, the engine humming to life beneath them.
He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel casually, throwing her a mock glare.
