Kapitel 40: Your Question Was?

Demyan

I looked out the window as we soon left the city and drove onto the highway. Ethan, like how he always did, explained where we were going and the directions like he was a satellite navigator. At times I believed he had a GPS installed in his brain since he knew directions better than anyone I had ever met. Most times he did not even need a navigator, he just studied the route and was onto it. 

He had spent nearly ten minutes explaining it to me and I, as I always did, pretended to understand a word he was saying as I asked him questions. In reality I did not even know if we were going north, west, east or south. 

"Lamborghini's eat a lot of fuel, hey?" He frowned as he lowered his sunglasses to look at the fuel gauge that had barely moved an inch because he was a slow and cautious driver therefore it did very little to the tank of the car.