Dante.

I hadn't seen anyone more stubborn, or anyone who flaunted my orders, but she, she was different.

I had asked her to get into the car because I noticed that she was had problems with her car, and it was too late to get any taxis, but she preferred to sleep in discomfort to prove a point.

“Oh really?" I asked, and she nodded, pulling her gaze away from me and towards the car. It seemed she was shocked about the way things slowly began to unfold.

"You're not a mechanic you know. ...