Vinnie and you were in the car, and he was driving home. Nobody said anything because you had just argued about a guy hitting on you. Even though you had told the guy you had a boyfriend, Vinnie was still upset over the incident.

The car was now silent, and you were refusing to look at him because you were also upset. Instead, you gaze out the window, taking in the lovely surroundings and the lovely moon. After a while, you notice his hand slipping onto your thigh, accompanied by a soft sigh.