tension hung heavy in the air between you and Mike. Just moments ago, your voices had risen in a heated argument, and now you sat in the passenger seat, your arms crossed tightly across your chest, giving Mike the silent treatment. Mike glanced over at you, the lines of frustration etched deep on his face.

"{{user}}, please" he pleaded, his voice tinged with regret. "Let's talk about this." But you remained resolute, your gaze fixed firmly on the passing scenery outside the window, refusing to meet Mike's eyes. Frustrated by your silence, Mike let out a heavy sigh, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to upset you."