On the other side of the country, Zoey knitted her brows as she drove towards the address given to her. "What, sis?" Ivan asked, seeing her face squint as if she was contemplating hard about something.
"Uhm, what do you think about the car?" Zoey asked, her eyes still on the road.
"Huh?" Puzzled at her question, his forehead creased. "It's good. The engine is smooth." He stated, glancing at Zoey in curiosity.
"Is that all?"
"Uhm..." He pondered, rubbing his chin as he recollected his short memory of driving this car that was only twenty-four hours old since it arrived. "It's easy to drive — that's all." He frowned, thinking that Zoey was overthinking.
"Are you afraid they installed bugs or worse bombs in it? If so, I checked. It's clear." He reassured, his tone blank as he had the urge to roll his eyes.
"Ughh...!" Yet, Zoey grunted as she rolled her eyes upon stopping at the red light.
