"Glad to hear that then," he nodded to himself, honking when someone almost ran into their car. Itachi blinked, clearing his face out of hair to look a little closely at what just happened. Rush hour mess. Someone tried to overtake them and it nearly resulted to major damage. From where he was, he heard something go wrong.

"Sasuke jot down the plate number. I think we got grazed," said the Uchiha seriously. "...Irresponsible drivers."

After that incident, the drive to the mall had been quite peaceful and they arrived there. Itachi was right. There was a thin line that grazed the driver's side. Since the car was painted black, it stood out and for those with keen observation, like the aniki in question, it was a sore thumb and disturbed him.

He pursed his lips in a thin line and shrugged. Taking out his bag and slipping the calculator in his back pocket, Itachi beckoned Sasuke to the mall already.