Happy Christmas

  He nodded slowly. 'Yeh, I should have... But they are gone now, the bastards,' he grunted while riding a bit slower than before.
  Kate noticed how everyone started riding slower and groaned. 'We're getting stuck in a file, hm?' she asked as she looked around her.

  Ronan sighed deeply while letting his head lean on the steering wheel groaning loudly out of annoyment. 'Are you focking kidding me! Can this focking country do at least one thing good?! Jesus fucking Christ!' he shouted before looking up again.
  Kate smirked at Ronans reaction. 'It's rush hour, I guess,' she shrugged. 'Nothing we can do about it.' The girl shifted in her chair, making it herself comfortable.

  Ronan groaned once more before leaning back in his chair and eating tictacs again. 'Well... What did you used to do for Christmas?' he asked.
  Kate sighed, thinking back at it. 'My grandma and I would decorate the house. And we watched Christmas movies on tv. We would prepare Christmas dinner together. Sometimes we got turkey,' she answered with a smile. 'And... She would buy something for under the tree for me. She mostly made something herself though. I made something myself too, in return,' she shrugged.

  'Sounds like an amazing Christmas... Your grandma made the best woolen sweaters for sure,' he said with a bit of a laugh. 'Still have one laying around somewhere,' he continued calmly.
  Kate laughed. 'Oh, yeah, she did.' A silence fell again as she looked outside. 'So... How old are you now?' the ginger asked then, looking at Ronan again.

  Ronan laughed. 'Forever 25 of course,' he joked.
  Kate rolled her eyes and smiled. 'Yeah, sure mate.'
  'No, I'm 50 now,' he eventually said. 'Which is great cause in 15 years I can finally stop working and do nothing every single day.'
  Kate chuckled. 'Yeah I can't wait 'till my retirement,' she said with a sigh. 'Oh well, if I can find a cool job it would be okay I guess,' she shrugged. 'How did you survive so long working at Westwood though?' she asked him. 'I mean... How the fuck? How long did you work here though.'

  He sighed. 'Eh I started about 15 years ago... But I have been sick for about 6 years... Really really sick, but luckily I got my job back afterwards, I think it was Nicks fault.. All that stress, anger and smoke must have killed my heart back then,' he laughed a bit.
  'My turn now,' she said with a laugh. 'Just kidding, just kidding, I don't want you to get sick again... What did you have?' she asked with a frown.

  'Heartproblems I guess... It's a pretty long explaination but I needed a donor heart, lot's of operations and stuff... It sucked... But I am alive that's all that matters,' he explained shortly.
  Kate nodded. 'Indeed. I only broke my arm, wrist, hand, a couple of fingers and a toe...' she said, trying to remember all of it. 'And a lot of bad bruises... My shoulder was from the bowl one time too...' She told him. The girl then saw the sign of Ireland. 'Boi! Ireland! How long will it take now?' she asked as she sat upright in her chair, stretching her back.

  'An hour or three maybe two, I am just happy that we have finally left Northern Ireland.'
  Kate nodded. 'Yeah, I guess. They better have tea with milk though,' she laughed, but meant it. She couldn't drink coffee, on of the most disgusting things in the world, according to the red-haired girl. And tea without milk was just warm water with some flavour. The milk was like the top of the bill.