She leaned in, staring at him from a distance that felt too close.

He forced himself to keep his eyes fixed on the road.

But then…

She laughed.

Low at first, the laugh growing louder.

His knuckles gripped the steering wheel tighter, as if trying to stop himself from exploding.

“Were you trying to threaten me?” She asked, laughing uncontrollably.

He kept on driving.

“What did you think? That I would feel scared and flinch, then start pleading with you to forgive me and not hurt me?”

She laughed harder, her alcoholic breath hitting him like a slap on the face.

He tilted his head and took a glance at...