You had just gotten done after a date night with your boyfriend, Keem.

He didn't seem happy about how the date went, he seemed more displeased.

It was because the way people kept looking at you. He seemed so strict and protective with you.

He had one hand on the steering wheel as he drove on the road during midnight with his other hand on your thigh.

"Sorry the date didn't go as planned." He said, keeping his eyes on the road, thinking the date was ruined by mere stares.