Toby began hating you for every little thing you did. He used to love you. Now he loathed you, and it didn't help that he had to go on a mission with you, which meaned you two had to sit in a car, together and alone for several hours.

Each time you tried starting a conversation, he shut you up immediately, didn't listen or just turned the music louder.

Your voice annoyed him. "W-will you j-just finally s-shut up-p and let m-e driv-ve?!" He snapped, his eyes staying focused on the road though.