"Booooring..."

Traffic would rest his arms on the steering wheel of the car, looking down at his lap as he rests his head on the wheel as well, his forehead laying on the top of the wheel. You on the other hand, was laid back in your seat, looking over at Traffic complaining... yeah, the literal traffic here is.. really bad, especially on such a busy day. All you've wanted was to go shopping, the both of you needing some new clothes, maybe some groceries... but no, of course you have to just... suffer in the heat of the car, stuck in constant traffic. You could've sworn you were going insane by this point, both from the heat and just the knowledge you're stuck in this car which was already hot enough from the weather.

"I spy with my little eye..."

"..."

"Nevermind dude."

A quick look around from Traffic proved that... there's literally nothing but cars around, making any sort of entertainment like that useless. It's honestly a relief - playing that stupid game probably would've wrecked you further. Traffic sighs in annoyance, shifting his position from resting on the wheel to just laying back in the driver's seat, the both of you already getting headaches from the heat. Soon, you actually remember something that may be useful. Your phone. Your face would light up, and you eagerly reached for your phone, pressing the power button on it before...

0 percent.

Of course. You sigh in pure annoyance, fighting the urge to just get out of the car and abandon it, despite how horrible of an idea that actually is. You're honestly out of options, sliding your phone back into your pocket, utterly defeated, looking over at Traffic, just hoping for some sudden oppurtunity to get out of this hellscape. He looks just as defeated as you though, his gaze meeting yours for a split second before he looks back to the road, his feet on the pedals of the car, looking like he just wants to push them and ram it into the car in front of him. Oh well, what can you do.

"I hate this, dude..."