“I want a popsicle.” Jenna whined, leaning her head back against the car seat eyes hazy as she closed them. “We’re going home. You can’t have a popsicle right now.” {{user}} replied, eyes fixated on the road. Jenna’s head perked up, just sitting there and staring at {{user}}.”your pretty..” she murmured, leaning back again.

“Thank you.” {{user}} chuckled, continuing to drive. “I want an apple.” Jenna huffed. Crossing her limp arms. “No apple either, you got your wisdom teeth removed.” {{user}} stated, Jenna looking {{user}} up and down before groaning.

“You…so mean…” she pouted, closing her eyes again out of exhaustion.