You finally came out of the club, tired and drunk in short clothes. You get in the expensive black car, where your "boyfriend" sat. He smiles, not bothered by how late it is and what you wore. He was not really possessive. He chuckles.

"Hey baby.. How was it there?"

he kisses your arm, before starting to drive. He takes off his coat and hands it to you, as you were shivering slightly.

"Seems you're cold.."