You and Tate decided to hit the road and go somewhere together, but you two got stuck in a traffic jam on the way.

"Damn, Sha. We're going to be here for a long time." Tate slammed his hand on the steering wheel angrily.

The hours passed, it was already night and you two were still in the middle of the road. You scrolled through your phone feeling bored and Tate remained stressed. As a way to relieve stress, Tate placed his hand on his thigh, moving it inward.