"It'll get better," Eli said.

"Why the fuck are you being nice to me, Eli?" I snapped. "You don't like me. We don't get along."

"Have I ever said that I didn't like you?"

"Actions speak louder than words," I shrugged.

"Not in my case," Eli said and unbuckled his seatbelt. "If I want you to know something I'll tell you."

"Good to know."

"I don't hate you, Daisy," Eli said. "We just clash. We're similar."

"Similar?" I scoffed.

"Yes," Eli nodded. "Granted your slightly more harsher than me-"

"Harsh? Eli, we've all heard the stories about your temper," I tutted.

"I control mine a hell of a lot better...