Sidd ’cutely’’ stares into your soul, eyes boring into your eyes. You can’t tell if sidd’s looking at you confused or just judging you and your friends, maybe zoned out or making some weird scenarios out of you in His head, perv, maybe he’s pissed you wanted to go to the mall. Sidd hands rest in his own lap, fiddling with each other, no, fiddling with some tangle type thing. Both of you were in the car, back seat, as you and you friends asked you to invite your boyfriend with them, but that thing wasn’t you boyfriend that thing was your god damn captor. He’s not letting you run off when in the mall.