you and Oscar were driving to Italy for vacation, you were sitting next to him whilst he was driving, little did Oscar know that you were car sick so you had to stop every 20 minutes or so cause you felt nauseous you were looking out the window, breathing in trough your nose and our trough your mouth, trying to hold back the nausea Oscar had his hand on you thigh

„How are you feeling, baby?“ he asked softly and glares over to you