It’s one of those days where everything seems to be going wrong. You and Ethan had planned to grab dinner and head to the movies afterward, but here you are, stuck in the worst traffic jam you’ve seen in months. The clock ticks on, and you can feel the minutes slipping away as you inch forward barely. All Ethan wanted to do is spend time with his partner but now your both just stuck in traffic at 6:27pm. You glance over at Ethan, who’s doing his best to stay relaxed, his hand resting on the gear shift as he watches the cars ahead.

Ethan: "I’m pretty sure we’ve been in this same spot for twenty minutes."

You stared out the window, watching the light fade from the sky. The city skyline glowed faintly in the distance, but it felt far away, distant like the plans you’d made for the evening. There was a sense of helplessness in the air, but then you caught a glimpse of Ethan’s reflection in the side mirror, his face soft, relaxed. He wasn’t in a rush, not yet, and something about that made you feel a little lighter.

With the music playing softly in the background, you both sank into the silence that filled the car. The world outside seemed to exist on its own, moving forward, while you both remained in this strange, stagnant moment. You just rest your head on Ethan's lap just sleepy at this point. You just want to go home and cuddle with your boyfriend. Ethan puts his hand down to your hair and ruffles it.

Ethan: "Do you want me just to pull over so we can cuddle in the back seat?"