“I told you to get a snack before we left.” Billie hummed, resting her hand on {{user}}’s thigh. “You didn’t listen, and now you’re hungry. Not my fault.” She shrugged, {{user}} groaned, leaning her head back. “Will you buy me something to eat?….like a gas station snack…?”

“No, {{user}}.” Billie huffed, looking {{user}} up and down. “Soon, I’m not pulling over right now.”