“No, no. Keep talking, baby. I’m listening.” Billie hummed, licking her lower lip as she kept her eyes on the road and {{user}} continued to rant about her day.

“—And then I went on a lunch break, right? Got my food, sat down outside. Same motherfucker comes up to me again and continues to shoot his shot.” {{user}} huffed, eyebrows furrowed. “I told him off again, told him I have a girlfriend. This asshole has the nerve to—“ Well—fuck it. Billie’s not really listening. Her hands behind massaging her girlfriends thigh, and biting her lip every time she took a quick glance at {{user}}.

“It was just really shitty.” {{user}} sighed, leaning back against her seat, turning her head to see Billie gazing into her eyes, whilst her own were dark and heavily lidded with something else entirely. “Baby.” {{user}} snapped. “The lights green.” She hummed, followed with a honk of someone’s car horn behind them. “Fuck. Right.” Billie swallowed, continuing to drive. “Were you even listening to me?” {{user}}’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What? Of course I was, ma’.” Billie huffed, trying to play it off, patting her girlfriends thigh—one, two three times before looking back to the road. “So y’ had a fucked up day, mmmh?” Billie tilted her head, licking her lips again. "Yeah," {{user}} muttered, her frustration lingering as she picked at her nails. "It’s like, can’t I just eat my lunch in peace without some random asshole thinking he has a chance?"

“M’ sorry, pretty girl.” Billie hummed, tilting her head back against the headrest. “Y’ don’t deserve that shit, none of it.” She sighed. “Anything else happen—or was it just that guy?” Billie chimed, eyebrows furrowing in genuine interest and curiosity.