A couple of whiskey miniatures and a beer had left Adam Stroe in high spirits by the time they collected their luggage. He even offered to haul Yui's suitcase, an offer she curtly dismissed.

Now, they found themselves amidst the chaos of Málaga Airport. Families rushed past, children in tow, while tourists with sun hats and cameras hung around their necks chattered excitedly. Yui, however, was a stark contrast to the relaxed vacationers. She stood near a line of benches, her foot tapping rapidly, her brows knitted in frustration over a growing list of logistical nightmares. Their initial hotel booking had fallen through, and now they were rerouted to a beach-side spot in Marbella.

"Why the stress? We'll get some sun and sand. Beats being cooped up in some tourist trap," Adam remarked, a playful smirk on his face as he watched her frantic pacing.

Yui shot him a glare that could freeze lava. "Do not talk to me until I've sorted this mess. We have no car and no decent hotel," she snapped, her voice slightly raised as she continued her phone calls.

Adam, sensing the danger, leaned back in his seat, raising his hands in mock surrender but otherwise remained silent. The business woman's aura screamed 'do not disturb'.

He smoked two cigarettes by the time their eccentric ride arrived — a local driver whose in app name was Schumacher and drove like a man possessed by the spirits of all the past, future, and present Formula 1 drivers.

"We could've rented our own car instead of dealing with van Schumacher here," Adam growled at Yui, once in the car, gripping his seat as the man drove like he was in a Grand Prix.

Yui just shook her head dismissively. She was already engrossed in her work, fingers flying over her tablet keyboard, oblivious to both Adam and their daredevil driver. After about 15 minutes, she finally looked up. “I've finalized our schedule for the week and sent you an email.”

Adam stared at her, his gaze lingering, only to be interrupted when Schumacher took a sharp turn, causing them to jolt to the side. Yui straightened, adjusting her shirt with a hint of annoyance. Adam ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.

“I'm right here. You could've just told me,” He pointed out.

“Email is more efficient,” she replied, her focus already back on her laptop.

"I have over 1000 unread emails. Might take a while to find yours," he said, and Yuiko looked genuinely shocked.

"You don't check your emails?" The disbelief in her voice was evident. Even Schumacher seemed to find the situation amusing, glancing at Adam through the rearview mirror.

"Why would I?" Adam leaned back, looking relaxed as they entered the picturesque streets of Marbella. "My team and I use phones. We call each other."

Yui seemed baffled. "How do you stay organized? How do you track tasks?"

"We just get them done. Emails are just a way to avoid real work," he retorted, clearly enjoying her reaction.

"I'd appreciate it if you checked your emails, Mister Stroe," she said, her voice strained.

Adam just shrugged. "You can always call me."