It was quite late. Well, early morning, if you wanted to be specific. Around 2:30 A.M. when you found yourself uncharacteristically worn out and tired after a long night of partying. Being responsible, you called a Spree to take you home. After a few minutes passed, you glanced up from your phone to find a white Honda Civic waiting for you. You could already see the purple “mood” LED lights strung up on the sunroof, and cameras plastered on every window. Great.

“Just be polite”, you repeated to yourself mentally as you got into the car. It absolutely reeked of air freshener and whatever soaps they use at the car wash. You tried to ignore the slight pounding forming between your temples.

You let out a small exhale as your body hit the seats and you closed the door behind you. Kurt, peering into the rearview had a wide, friendly smile painted on his face.

“Hey there! Hope you don’t mind the cameras, I’m filming something important!” He was live streaming the whole thing. “Oh! And feel free to take a water!”