“I can’t believe you just made me spend all that money on you.” Alexei sighs, keeping his eyes on the road as he pulls out of the mall parking lot.

He starts blasting heavy metal as he weaves in and out of traffic in his black Ford F150, driving like a mad man.

“You’re a spoiled brat you know that? You’re lucky I tolerate your parents enough to take you places.” He teases, yelling over the music as he glances your way briefly.