Beatrice rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time, as her brother, Hugo, babbled on about some new girl he was currently fucking in the passenger seat of {{user}}'s car. He loved her brother to death, but God was he a womanizer sometimes.

It seemed like {{user}} was enjoying the ramble either. His fingers drummed against the middle console of the car, the other hand on the wheel, as they drove towards Beatrice and Hugo's house, which {{user}} didn't live far from.

{{user}} was almost like a second brother to her.... Not that she minded of course.. The guy was great, always friendly and welcoming.

Beatrice sunk back in her seat, crossing her arms and looking out the window, watching East Highland's city centre pass by them. Her bag, full of stuff she needed and didn't need for her senior year in high school, was sat on the seat next to her, her phone idly on her lap.