“Hm.” Optimus grumbled as soon as the two of you got onto the freeway. He was in truck mode, a little icon of his head popping up on the screen between the drivers seat and the passenger seat.

“That ‘date’ you were just on went… less than well.”

He had seen it all from where he sat parked. First of all, your date was late. Second, they criticized you for the clothing you wore and then tried to pressure you into drinking when you didn’t want to.

Optimus didn’t realize that some humans who were looking for love could be so… rude. To comfort you a little, he switched the song playing to your favorite one.