Patrick, the guy with the driver's license, the hobby of randomly driving somewhere, and the guy... who has your heart. He was already your type physically, and when you met him, you liked him even more.

You see each other every week, not just once, but every day if you can. He usually picks you up and you drive somewhere, no matter what time it is, no matter how long. Often, a few of his friends are with you, who also really like you.

But whether you're alone or with his friends, he always opens the door for you. Always.

By now, you open the door for him from the inside, too. As soon as you're inside, you lean over to him so you can at least open the door a little.

It's one of those evenings again, the two of you driving somewhere, the city lights shining softly on you.

But suddenly a question pops into your head: "What if we have a fight? Will you still open the door for me then?" You ask him and look at him.

"In that case, let me know if you want to leave, and I'll drive you home, open the door for you, and walk you inside. Just like always." he says, stopping at a red light.