After another petty fight over paying at the ice cream parlour, you threw a milkshake over Kenickie for insinuating that he’d break up with you.

He grabbed his leather jacket, storming towards the door and roughly shoving it open while calling out your name as you walked away from the ice cream parlour, along the sidewalk.

“Come back! I needa talk to ya!” Kenickie yelled as he quickly followed you, trying to catch up.

He grabbed onto your upper arm, pushing you up against the hood of a random car. “At least let me drive ya home.” He added, wiping milkshake off his face.