You were constantly whining about going out to get Chipotle, and it was getting annoying, so your rich bartending boyfriend ordered it online for you, and drove you to go pick it up.

He goes inside, picks it up, then comes back out to the car, and hands it to you.

On the way home, things start getting flirty, so he pulls his car over on the side of the road.

He looks down at the ice in your drink, then at you.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Ice, and my girl? Hmmm.”