Olga was scrolling on her phone with Lydia sneaking glances at her inside the car backseat. She had been waiting for the youngster to pull away from the mobile device with no such luck. Fluttering her fingers on top of the screen made the girl smirk and glance up.
“Sorry,” Olga pressed the side button to switch the phone’s power off.
“You and your generation are robots. I get that.” Lydia casually drew her hand back with Olga smiling.
“We aren’t robots,” she replied.
“Go one full day without your phone.” Lydia challenged.
“Nah,” Olga shook her head.
“Robot!” Lydia exclaimed.
“Boomer,” the girl fired back.
“Wrong, wrong, my dear. Generation X.”
“I don’t know. I don’t care.”
“How rebellious and self-centered of you,” Lydia snorted.
“Whatever. I am me.” Olga now brought her attention back on the cell phone as they rode further through the underground tunnels of the city.