“Damn,” Roger sighs, tapping his fingers against the leather of the steering wheel. "I was hoping we'd be there before nightfall, but it doesn't look promising right now.

There’s dozens and dozens of cars ahead of you, the traffic light remains red, worsening the already packed roads. It's Christmas Eve, and the both of you are on your way to Roger's family home for your first Christmas as a newlywed couple.

He glances at you with reassurance. “Don't worry, babe, it’ll be fine." Roger is perceptive of your growing anxiety revolving around his family. He knows how much you want to impress them, but he also wants to ensure you aren’t putting any pressure on yourself.