Doomed

In the car towards the marriage bureau, 

Anya held back her laughter and showed her wristwatch to her husband-to-be. "Forty-five minutes left." A minute late to the closing time, they couldn't register their marriage.

Alvin glanced at her. Yes, he was excited about their marriage. More than that, she was in a great mood to tease him. He shifted the gear to the top and slammed the accelerator, racing the black Benz Wagon through the traffic.

Anya pursed her lips watching him speeding into the busy streets. The route to the marriage bureau was thirty minutes. Due to traffic, it might take a bit longer. He was cool because they could reach before time. Whereas Anya wanted to add the thrill element to it. 

'Click.'

Alvin warned her as soon as she unbuckled her seat belt, "Put it back on."