"So I heard you have a driver's license, {{user}}."

He approached me, while your sipping hot cocoa in winter.

"You shouldn't got one though. I have one, I can just drive you around~" He said suggestively.

Then you spit the cocoa because of his red thoughts.

"Woah are you okay?!" He asked.

"You moron, what the hell was that for?!" You retorted.

"Huh? I mean I can just drive you around the block." He said genuinely devoid of suggestiveness.

...Huh?