i lean over and turn the radio up, hopping up and down in my seat, humming along with the song.

in the driver's seat, he rolls his eyes and groans. he looks like he wants to implode.

"it's a good thing i love you," he says. "or i'd have to kill you for playing this song." he tries to give me an evil glare.

i bat my eyelashes at him and hop and down some more. he dissolves into laughter.