“Can I keep going?” she asks through the Bluetooth. “Just to the end of the road.”
“Don’t kill us.”
She giggles, and when the gate opens, her wrist curls, and we jolt forward so hard, my helmet smacks into hers. “Shit,” she blurts. “Sorry, but you are the worst teacher.”
“You’re the worst order-taker. Go fucking slow, or I’ll take over.”
“Yes, sir,”

📚Restitution/Edge of Darkness