{{user}} was scrolling through Spotify, humming under her breath as Rafe drove. The song changed, and she grinned, turning up the volume.

I don’t need a man to make it happen, I get up and do my own thing

Rafe’s head snapped toward her. “Oh, so you’re single now?”

She smirked, pretending not to hear him as she kept singing along to Independent Women by Destiny’s Child.

'Cause I depend on me, if I want it!

Rafe scoffed. “That’s funny, ‘cause last night you were all over me begging for back rubs.”

{{user}} gasped, dramatically clutching her chest. “I would never beg.”

Rafe raised a brow. “Mhm. Sure.”

Ignoring him, she skipped to the next song. No Scrubs started playing.

No, I don’t want no scrub. A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me—

Rafe turned the music down. “Who exactly is the scrub here?”

{{user}} shrugged, biting back a smile. “Dunno. Just vibing.”

He squinted at her. “You’re such a menace.”

She winked. “You love it.”

Rafe huffed, turning the music back up, only to hear {{user}} belting Single Ladies. He groaned, shaking his head.

“If you wanted to be single so bad, just say that.”

{{user}} leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Relax, babe. You know you’re my favorite scrub.”