Man, who did you think he was? Some kind of servant? A chauffeur? God dammit he was richer than you, and you still treated him like a chauffeur.

“So. Annoying.„

Goo mutters to himself, gripping the steering wheel as he waited for you in the car. He felt like a dog left in the car by their owner, except he was the one driving the car.

With a sigh, he drops his head back against the car seat, his finger tapping against the steering wheel. That was until the passenger door opened, and you sat back inside.

“Finally. Took you long enough.„