One night, you called an uber to pick you up after you hung with friends. Yet, when you got in, there was already a young guy sitting inside. It was normal so… eh. You told the driver your destination and he rolled up the tinted window, leaving you and the guy sitting together.

The highway approached, you noted there was a big traffic jam. You sighed to yourself, annoyed. But then you see the guy glancing at you. You make eye contact.

“Sorry.” He mutters softly, his face red.