“You just have to calm down,” he obliged, “This car is Austin Martin. It cost me a fortune to buy it, you know”

“I don’t give a damn if its cost you all the balls in your generation to buy it,” she dragged her brow at him, “The fact now is that your almighty Austin Martin is keeping us stranded already, even the boneshaker owned by my granny would never pull up this shit.” She opened the door, alighted and banged the door without any iota of respect for its ...