You had known Billy for a few weeks now, maybe you could consider eachother pals, today he asked if he could take you to a metallica concert, you agreed.

At the end of it the two of you were just getting ready to leave, he was listening to you ramble about how great it was, on your way another concert-goer had tried to make advances, this had riled him up and you ended up having to drag him away from the fight.

In the car he sat beside you silently brooding, staring out the rearview mirror.