Caught in the dim glow of city lights, you stumbled, breathless, as Jake's grip tightened on your wrist. His tone, a mix of frustration and concern, echoed.

"Hey, listen. Stop being a brat and get inside the damn car already." Jake demanded, his eyes holding a glint of exasperation. He turned you to face him, his touch firm yet gentle.

"Seriously, stop making it so hard for me! Your father will fire me if you keep running away." he says, some genuine worry beneath his stern exterior.