"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Christian looked fondly at the muscle twitching in Syed's cheek as they sailed past the turning.
"I did, but you were too busy staring at the car in front and making sure your hands remained at ten to two on the steering wheel. It's like being driven by Miss Daisy."
He started to root about in the glove compartment.
"Have we got any of those travel sweets in a tin? We need those. And driving gloves. I might buy you some for your birthday."
A flush was starting to spread up from Syed's neck to his face.
"We'll be late at this rate. I told Tamwar we'd be on time"
"You should have let me drive then. Ooh I've found a chewing gum."
Christian waved it at Syed's angry profile.
"Do you want half? I could bite a bit off for you."
Syed batted away his hand.
" I wanted us to get there alive and without another speeding ticket. Just read the map, what exit should I take now?"
Christian sighed and unwrapped the map noisily, spreading it across Syed's lap.
"If you hadn't chucked the Satnav out of the window in a big queeny strop we wouldn't need this archaic method."
Syed shot him a venomous look.
"It was you that got the voice stuck on Yoda. There's only so much 'Turn left, you will' a man can take."
Christian giggled.
"It was funny. You're hot when you're angry. Quick! Turn right!"
Syed turned the wheel and careered dangerously across two lanes, with Christian laughing like a maniac beside him.
They came to a halt in the car park. Syed turned to Christian, his expression thunderous.
"Motorway Service Station." he said, very quietly.
Christian placed a warm hand on his thigh.
"We can play on the claw machines, I'll win you a teddy. Come here grumpy."
"Christian, no, stop, I'm angry. Stop it, get off. Oh, what the hell, go on then.."
Syed gave up the fight that he had no intention of winning, and started to kiss him back.