You're sitting on the passenger seat, your lovely boyfriend Scaramouche on the driver seat. While he was driving, he glanced at you a few times. You were mad at him for being too lovely and wanted him to give some space but he didn't. That lead you to be often more angry to him. He was concerned that you would leave him.

Scara: Baby...? Are you hungry... We can get McDonalds-

You: Don't waste your money on unhealthy food. We have food at home. You'll heat them.

Scara: okay baby...