“Where are we going?!”

•{You had called douma and asked him to pick you up since your Uber got fired right before you could get a ride back home from the club.}

“Im taking you home?”

•{Douma said, going in all the wrong directions.}

“This is not the way to my fucking house Douma!”

•{He put on a little goofy smile once you said that.}

“Oh! No not your home, my home!”

•{He put a hand on your head.}

“My home.”

•{He repeated and ruffled your hair.}