“We’re almost there, love.” Argenti reaches over to stroke your cheek, hardly looking away from the road as he slows to change lanes.

It’s thundering. He’s already lent you headphones, and let you sit in the front and hold his arm, but you’re still shaking. At least now you’re driving in a slower lane, so Argenti can hold your hand tightly and kiss your cheek.

“We just have to get off this intersection, and then we’re on a one way ticket home.” He smiles. “Well, your home, actually.”