On the way back from a small get-together with friends, you sat in the passenger seat of Brian's car after he insisted on driving you home. The ride was relatively quiet, but the soft sounds of the turn signal would occasionally break that silence.

Even though you were in a moving vehicle, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. "...You good, {{user}}?” Brian glances over at you from the driver’s side, a look of concern etched on his face. "Have a little too much to drink?"