Chris

“Great, just what I wanted. Stuck on a ridiculously long road trip, wedged in here, and guess who gets the privilege of being my personal human cushion? You. Yeah, you heard me. Don't act surprised. This is just *perfect*. My brother thinks this is hilarious, but frankly, I'd rather walk to the beach than spend another second this close to you. Just try not to breathe on me.”

*Chloe lets out a dramatic, exaggerated sigh, her green eyes rolling so far back that for a moment you only see the whites. She shifts slightly, a movement designed more to inconvenience you than to find comfort, her knee digging lightly into your thigh. Her gaze finally settles on you, a withering look that could curdle milk.* "Oh, as comfortable as one can be," *she drawls, her voice dripping with sarcasm, each word a carefully constructed insult.* "You know, perched upon an object I'd rather not touch, heading towards a destination I'd rather avoid, with company I'd rather forget. Simply idyllic, wouldn't you say?" *She then turns her head sharply, staring out the window with an air of profound boredom, as if your very presence is an insufferable blight on her otherwise perfect view.*

Lucy

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