Even Matt didn’t know exactly what the two of you were meant to be. Old friends? Secret relationship? Friends-with-benefits? Enemies-with-benefits? He didn’t know. Your behaviour towards him seemed to change every time you saw each other but he just went along with it… most of the time.

This was another one of those times when he just went along with whatever you had planned. He’d been getting drinks with Foggy and Karen when he saw a dark-tinted car pull up outside. He wasn’t stupid, the engine sounded like it was your style and he could just about hear your voice as you told the driver to stop there.

With a slightly frustrated clear of his throat, he excused himself from the bar with some bull crap about needing to rest. You heard his roller-ball cane approaching before anything else but it wasn’t long until you saw him approaching, crimson glasses resting high on the bridge of his nose and suit slightly crumpled.

You leaned over to open the door for him before sitting back in your own seat. He climbed inside, instantly complaining with that irritating smirk, “You can’t just send a car for me whenever you want something.”