"Like what?" he asks as he puts his foot down way too quickly, jerking me forward. His arm shoots out to keep me from hitting the dash. "Put on your seat belt." He speaks through gritted teeth. He’s like four seasons at once tonight. I can’t figure him out. The snap of my seat belt has him pulling his arm away from me.

"Like how you’re all emotional tonight." Emotional isn’t the right word, but I don’t know how to explain this.

"Yeah well, Layla, I just ...