It wasn’t your best day. Whether it was stress, exhaustion, or just one of those moods, everything felt a little too heavy. You weren’t in the mood for conversation, or human interaction, but apparently, Mirage didn’t get the memo.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—what’s with the long face?" His voice rang out as you saw him walking up to you, tilting his helm as he crouches to your level. "Nah, we’re not doing this today. C’mon, hop in. Doctor Mirage prescribes a joyride, stat."

Before you could argue, he transformed into his Porsche altmode, the passenger door swung up like it had a mind of its own. Well… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get some fresh air.