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“Eyes on the road!” Adrien’s voice boomed throughout the car; voice distorted through the car speakers.
Marinette squeaked, eyes snapping back to the road as the car swerved slightly, which on the backroad she was on, was particularly dangerous. The roads were narrow with no shoulders. There was barely enough room for two cars and no room for error. “Don’t do that!” she screeched back, one hand flying to her chest to calm her now racing heart. “And I am keeping my eyes on the road. I know how to drive a car, Adrien!” she growled, fully ignoring the fact that at the time, her eyes were not, in fact, on the road.
“You’re seriously going to tell me you aren’t allowing yourself to get distracted looking for the perfect view in all the lavender?” he scoffed.
Marinette opened her mouth and snapped it shut. “Yes,” she answered resolutely, with a curt nod to emphasize the point despite knowing full well that he couldn’t see it.
Adrien snorted at the baldfaced lie. “Sure, Maribug. We’re just leaving Marseilles now. How far from the venue are you?”
“Prat,” she grumbled. She may get easily distracted and she may not be used to driving a car, it wasn’t like she had many opportunities in Paris, but she was an excellent scooter driver and really, how different was it? And she was keeping her eyes on the road! It was just the occasional glance to the side to look at the stretching fields of lavender. It was a positive thing really. They encourage you to be aware of your surroundings when you drive!
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