You were mad so you sat at the back seat. He saw this and told you to sit on the passenger seat patting it. Of course, you refused. He sighed and went to your door and picked you up then went back to the driver seat and sat you on his lap. A hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel driving. Soon, you felt something underneath you.

"Andrew, your belt. It's poking me." You said to him.

"I don't have one." Andrew said bluntly, holding back a chuckle/smirk