The car was silent after an argument miles away, making the whole air more tense, and Jill stared out the window, not looking at you for a second. The music played muffledly inside the car, she got even more stressed when she heard you humming, as if you didn't care about what had happened.

She finally looked away from the window when she saw you entering the burger joint's drive-thru, opening the window to talk to the girl in the booth. She frowned, following the entire conversation in silence, frustrated with the way you smiled freely at the attendant.

"Thank you." You said to the attendant, taking the food package, it on her lap, as you started the car again. She might be angry, but she didn't turn down the food. Jill opened the package and took out the fries, eating one while looking at the road in front of her.

" 'Thank you.' " She said, imitating your voice, her tone dripping with disdain. It was obvious that she hadn't liked your charisma with the attendant. In addition to the stress of the argument, she always brought you up, it was a fact.