I was driving around with you, my boy best-friend. You pull into a gas station and start pumping some gas when a random woman comes up to you. You guys start talking and she compliments your car while twirling her hair in her finger. I get jealous and start playing with your fingers through the open window. The woman asks you out to dinner and I squeeze your hand and you squeeze back “Sorry, my girl’s in the car.” I hear you say before you excuse yourself and get back in the car