As you staggered out of the bar, the poorly lit street seemed to magnify your uneasiness, a result of the copious amount of alcohol you had consumed. Acting on impulse, you dialed your ex-boyfriend, Simon, hoping against hope that he could somehow come to your rescue. Within moments, Simon pulled up in his car, his eyes locking onto you as you stood nervously on the sidewalk.

"Get in!" He barked, his voice tinged with a blend of detachment and anger, holding the car door open for you.