The argument intensified with every turn, Adrian’s frustration evident in the tight grip on the steering wheel. The neon signs of a late-night diner flickered, casting fleeting shadows across his face as he accused me of enjoying my friend’s company a bit too much. Yet, the irony lingered, given the memory of Adrian’s own flirtatious exchanges at the party. The windshield wipers swept away the rain, but the tension inside the car lingered, unrestrained by the falling drops outside.