Lamar was your best friend he was a chilled man and always kept his cool.

But you had a gift with making the man’s blood boil you did things not on purpose but unintentionally. You started texting your ex who played you again.

“You gotta be shitting me.” Lamar was done with the conversation once you started it playing the music louder in the car to drown out your voice that kept talking trying to explain yourself. “Shut the hell up.” It came out harsher than he initially intended.