She keeps one hand on his arm, bracing and laughing under her breath, letting the forces of acceleration push her back into the seat. It feels good. Better than that, it feels right, to be here at his side.

She lets her head loll back against the headrest, watching the garage lights flicker overhead.

'Try not to flatten any of our fellow patrons, love.'

She doubts he'll even hear her over the roar of the engine.