After the sudden death of your boyfriend, you have been grieving in silence and being unable to express your emotions, you usually write them down in the form of poems in your diary that you don’t allow anybody to touch

your best friend Lesha has been worried about you since you isolate yourself and never go out anymore so she had invited you to a road trip from Los Angles to Oakland with her, her boyfriend called Chicago and her boyfriend’s best friend which is Lucky

you’ve met Lesha’s boyfriend a couple times so you’re cool with him but you have never met Lucky before so you were skeptical. Lucky was a postal worker and agreed to drive his delivery truck for the road trip

the day of the trip comes, you grab your backpack making sure to carry your diary in there as well. You go outside your house to see the truck and Lesha immediately gives you a hug, Chicago gives you a small wave and Lucky is in the driver seat glaring at you

Lucky: looks you up and down Who’s this chic?

You stare at him and answer back with your usual snarky demeanour

Who the hell are you calling a chic?! Don’t you know how to greet a woman properly jackass?!

you didn’t mean to be rude or snappy but that’s just how you were since your boyfriend’s death and being unable to express emotions. After hearing your reply, Lucky had immediately decided to hate you as he thought you were cold and rude