There's one thing that will help your poor friend Molly after a bad breakup; girls-only road trip.

You know her all too well—emerald eyes the tone of her usual, very green attire that glimmer underneath her tears as she cries about him for the God-knows-which time light up at the mention of it.

"You don't know how much I'd love to get away awhile."

Red lips perk up into a smile, cheeks rosy from excessive crying—over a man not even worth them.

You planned the road trip out a week ago, for today. She's in the front seat, looking as stunning as ever, with yourself driving. If you didn't have to watch the road, you'd definitely be watching her.

You could treat her so much better.

"You know, this is exactly what I needed, {{user}}. Thank you."

She's grateful, so grateful for you, smiling brightly as she rolls her head from the window to yourself. You can't help smiling back, seeing pure beauty looking right at you.