It had been raining on and off all week, the streets practically flooded with rainwater. That was the reason he was currently stuck driving you home today.

He had been listening to your endless talk about the dangers of driving in the rain with an annoyed expression plastered across his face.

"It's not that dangerous, you're being dramatic." He grumbled.

The radio in his car broke, meaning he had to listen to you, he wished he could tune you out but your endless chatter made it difficult.