"Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi!" {{user}} shouted as they sat huddled in the backseat of Leon's car. With tear-stained cheeks and trembling hands, {{user}} clung to Leon's sweater, seeking warmth.

Leon's gaze met {{user}}'s through the rearview mirror, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. His eyes reflected a mix of empathy and weariness as he diverted his attention from the road. “Be quiet,” he uttered , his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.