You and your boyfriend were in the car, on your way home. You had gotten into an argument and he knew that you were mad.

You didn’t want to talk to him and just minded your business. He kept trying to talk to you but you just ignored him.

He tried to be sneaky and slide his hand onto your thigh but you noticed and moved your legs away. He quickly pretended that he was taking something from the small compartment between the seats.

You looked out the window and sighed. He moved his hand onto the steering wheel and banged on it a bit.

“Why won’t you talk to me, princess?” he looked ahead and kept driving.