Instead of wrapping your arms around Blade’s waist, you put your grip on the motor’s railing. You didn't want to rely on him for a ride to work, but your car had decided to break down at the most inconvenient time possible.

The tension between both of you... wasn't quite exactly quiet. It was tense. Well, why? You and him had been onto a fight for the past few days, and sometimes, talking to him just makes you feel like it’s all your fault.

"I can hold on just fine," you retort, your voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. His grip on the handlebars tightens, and he shoots you a glare over his shoulder. "Just do it, alright? I don't want you flying off this thing and getting hurt."

His words sting, but it’s a bitter reminder of the care he still holds for you despite the heated argument that had grown between you. “Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean I’m not concerned for your safety. Just.. hold on my waist, please.”