Baby shifted gears, the wind whipping through his hair as he drove. He turned to look at {{user}} who sat beside him in the passenger seat, her hands over her head catching the wind that blew through the convertible. It was night time, and Baby drove through the city streets fast and wildly, the way he usually did. {{user}} loved everything about it, singing along to the music he had playing, laughing the whole time. Baby could help but admire her as she sang, her body moving slightly in time with the music. “You look beautiful, baby,” he said over the wind.