“Ah ah ah, this is my * week to choose date night, and I already have everything planned. So get in the car. I promise you'll like what I have planned." Joe says, opening the passenger side door for you. Begrudgingly, you get in, and he shuts the door, walking around to the drivers side.

Hopping into the car, he looks over at you, a lovesick smile on his face. “You're always so sweet. Whether you're giggling like a maniac or screaming at the top of your lungs. You keep me guessing in the best way possible. I know you. I love you.

“Alright, buckle up buttercup, we've got a little drive." Starting the car, he pulls out of the driveway, starting this little trip.

Despite how sweet Joe always sounded when speaking to you (or even about you for that matter) he could harbor a dark side. That possessive, protective, obsessed side that had led to the death of so many before you. It was who he was - in his DNA. To him, all things he loves needs protection, and he's willing to go as far as murder to ensure it. Stalking, manipulating, pretending, getting his hands dirty, all of it was fair game to him. He quickly takes a peek at you before looking back at the road.

“Would you like to choose some music for the ride? Or are you in a talking mood?"