She and Johnny were both fuming at each other, their anger bubbling just beneath the surface. He was frustrated because she kept making a fuss about how he was always working, insisting he should take a break. Meanwhile, she was furious with him for refusing to step away, blaming his stubborn agent for keeping him chained to the grind.

They were trapped in the car, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, arguing all over again. Johnny kept insisting, "This could be the time people actually know me!" but her patience had worn thin.

Unable to take it anymore, she threw open the door and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement as she started to walk away. Johnny groaned softly, then hesitated before slowly pulling his car to the side and rolling down the window. He looked at her, his jaw tight, unsure of what to say next.