"You got a fast car… maybe we make a deal?" Penny hummed and sang, her voice off-key, as though she were simply reading a poem and trying to turn it into a song. "...you got a fast car, I got a plan to get us out of here."
Jonathan's face twitched as Penny continued singing right in his ear. She was leaning between the driver and front passenger seat, her eyes focused on him.
"What in the world are you doing now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Singing," she replied. "I'm giving us a good background song."
"For God's sake, shut up."
"But I'm being considerate," she protested.
"Being considerate is shutting up. You can't even sing well," he added, shooting her a cold side-eye. "You're the worst singer I've ever met."
Penny frowned and clicked her tongue, leaning back a little in her seat.
"Fine! I'll stop since you don't appreciate my singing voice." With that, she threw herself back in the seat, snapping her gaze at the window on her side.
