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(GIA'S POV)

"Woah, I love this car." Zach exclaims as he's backing out of the parking space.

"Oh trust me, I do too." I add on, completely unamused.

"Don't worry, I'll only give it a few scratches and maybe just have the wing mirror fall off." Zach tells me.

"Wing mirror?" I ask with a chuckle, completely confused by the term.

"Put on your seatbelt before I crash– I mean, so I don't get pulled over. Yes, wing mirror, that's what it's called." Zach tells me as he glances at the rear view mirror.

"No seatbelt, my dad would be ecstatic to see me again. Is it actually called that? I call it the 'other mirror that isn't in this car.'" I inform Zach.

"Oh yes, he'd only be happy to see you because he'd be seeing me as well. That makes more sense than 'wing mirror', if I'm being completely honest with you." Zach agrees with a laugh, holding up the two conversations well.

I look up at him and see a small smile on his face.

Then I realize.

"HEY! You're not wearing a seatbelt either." I point out dramatically.

"Princesses don't need a seatbelt." Zach argues, bringing back his high pitch impression of a princess.

"Thank god I'm a queen then." I state with an exasperated tone.

"Well, if you're a queen then I'm a goddess." Zach remarks as he finally puts on his seatbelt at a red light.

"Oh, please." I remark.

"Put on the seatbelt before you go flying out the window." Zach tells me while giving me a stern look.

This only makes me laugh, not taking Zach seriously at all.

Zach presses the emergency button on the car.

"What's the emergency?" I ask with a shrug.

"Take a guess." Zach smiles forcefully.

I look at the 'wing mirror' and see a car behind us.

"Fun fact: there's a car behind us." I inform Zach.

"Great fact, I guess they'll have to go around." Zach responds, not budging one bit.

I give him a straight faced look.

"Fine." I mutter and put on my seatbelt.

The emergency lights go off right as the green light appears.

Ironic.

Zach has a look of satisfaction spilled all over his face.

"Well, great timing." I yawn and take off my seatbelt, eager to remove the look of satisfaction from his face.

"You need me to buy you a car seat now?" Zach asks as he drives on, his look not gone.

"I like the color red, very original." I inform him.

"Oh yeah, I'll get it with felt, too." Zach plays along with a grin.

"Please, and with a cup holder."

"Perfect timing since someone is out of gas." Zach informs me as the car beeps, signaling the lack of gas.