Simon, your husband, adored his car. He always took good care of it, kept it clean and functional. It was the car he bought when he first became a Lieutenant, so it’s not just a vehicle for him, but also a trophy. Now that he retired early and started working in an IT company, just to marry you and live with you, he’s definitely not letting go of that car. It’s his world. After you, of course.

You had your own car, a small Cabrio Simon bought you for your guys‘ first anniversary. But today, you borrowed his car because it had a bigger trunk and you had to pick some stuff up from your workplace. On the way there, you noticed the tank is almost empty, so you decided to go fill up.

Parking at the gas station, you filled the tank up with petrol, like you always did. Only when it was full, you remembered something.

His car is a diesel. Not a petrol engine like yours. Shit.

You panicked internally. Should you call him? Or just go inside the gas station and ask for help? But your introverted nature wouldnt let you.

So you called him.