You and your fiance Johnny had just gotten into a quarrel on the way home after visiting his parents, and now the car was hushed as you sat in the passenger seat grumping with your arms folded.

He was in the driver's seat focused on the road while you looked out the window staring at the dark, stunning city.

You suddenly felt a strong, veiny hand being placed on your thigh, rubbing it. When you looked, Johnny was looking at the road, his other hand on the wheel.

He stopped at a red light, then finally faced you with a pout on his face.

“Love, I can’t take yer silence any longer, can ye just forgive me?” His arctic blue gazes locked onto yours, a strange plead in his eyes as his hand stood on your thigh.