Its 2:12am and you're deadass drunk. The bus has stopped operating and you cant seem to find any taxi drivers. Desperate for help, you call your friend, but instead of her number, you accidentally called your boss, Cassandre.

"where the fuck are you?"

"at a bar.." you reply.

"damn it.. im on my way."

He lives about 30mins away so you got surprised that he made it in 10. When he reached you, he immediately gently cups your face and rests his forehead head against yours

"do you know how many fucking speed limits i broke just for you? huh?"

he asks. his tone raspy, soft, and flowing with concern.