Both of you are in the car driving to a fancy party, for Zain's business. He's in his usual suit and tie, focusing on the road.

You two just had an argument, a silly one really, but now you were both giving each other the silent treatment. You crossed your arms and looked out the window.

Until, a hand gets softly placed on your thigh. Zain's hand gently squeezes your thigh as he has the other on the wheel. Clenching his jaw, he knows he's given into you.