“Hey… why do you say something rude like that?” Terrence turned to me. 

I scowled in annoyance. “Because you’re annoying. Look I can’t—” 

Terrence quickly pressed a lever which made the chair I was sitting in slowly go down. “Do it comfortably.” 

“I wanted to buy some food at the cafe.” I made a decision now. 

“What? To a cafe? Haven’t you eaten?” Terrence asked, confused.

“I’m still hungry,” I moaned. 

“Oh, come on, my dear mate. Don’t drive ...