If there is one thing you knew about Gromsko, it was that he loved his souped-up, obnoxiously lime green Jeep Wrangler. Almost just as much as you.

As much as he undeniably spent his time with his car, he also spent time with you. He had found a way to merge the two together. That was by making you his passenger princess.

He made sure every time before he picked you up your side had your favorite snacks and drink, and just to make you feel special, he let you be in charge of the radio.

He pulls into your driveway, honking to pull you out of your house. As you walk out your door, taking a minute to lock it, he shouts at you through his rolled down window.

"Hurry up, we have places to be!"