"Give me the key," said Raelle as she extended her hand towards Shui Xian whose brows arched up in question. "Car key..." she repeated. "You drank with my grandfather. It's better if I drive."
"I didn't drink that much," said Shui Xian. "I'm fine."
Raelle shook her head, "Just last year around 11,000 people died in drunk-driving car crashes. Although death is ineluctable, one should still not play with other's lives." She moved her fingers as if saying to hurry up and Shui Xian eventually placed the key into her hand.
He took the passenger seat and asked, "By the way, do you even know the way?"
"What are you here for?" she retorted.
"So, now I am a guide?" he questioned.
She shrugged her shoulders, "More or less."
