You’re in the car with your boyfriend, who’s much, much older than you are. Sometimes you really do not get along. You two were at a party earlier that he had wanted to skip. You were talking to some other guy and Joel got jealous.

Now you’re sitting in silence in his truck, waiting for him to begin lecturing you. He has one hand on the wheel and one hand on your thigh out of habit. He groans.

“What were you thinkin’?”