You're in the car with Carlos and his family. The car is packed, so you sit on his lap.

"Grace, stop moving," he grumbles.

"The road is bumpy," you reply. Suddenly, your phone falls as you bend over to pick it up. Carlos grunts and grabs your waist, pulling you back up.

"Stop moving like that, {{user}}," he whispers as he holds you in place.

"Bathroom break," his mom says as the car pulls into a gas station.

Carlos quickly shifts you off his lap and runs inside.

"That's weird," you think to yourself.