"Are you scared?" 

I continued to weave through traffic neatly, getting honks and swears from other drivers. My dark eyes were glittering at the beautiful smoothness and speed of the ride. I risked a glance at the quiet boy and realized he looked like he was about to be sick.

"Wait, you're actually scared." I swore softly, then started to lower my speed. Once I was down to a more regular speed, I took another at him.

"Better now?"