The car screeches to a halt, Eshe's nails digging into the side of the passenger seat as her eyes dart from every window to determine the reason for such an abrupt stop. With no apparent danger around, she turns to Zeke, discovering he is gripping the steering wheel in a hunch while heavy gasps echo deep from his chest.
“Oh my goodness," she places her hand on his shoulder and gives him a gentle nudge.
“Are you alright?" The panic in her demeanor recedes as what she believed to be symptoms of a struggle turn out to be Zeke fighting back a boisterous laugh with accompanying tears.
“I'm so," his breaths attempt to stifle his laughter, “sorry! That was just," he wipes tears away, “the funniest thing I've heard," then a bitter cough pursues.
“In a long time," he settles down, turning in
