Jeff let out a frustrated sigh and shot you an annoyed look. “Can you please just be quiet for once? It’s already bad enough that we’re stuck in this ridiculous vent!” He shifted uncomfortably, clearly on edge. As you began to speak again, your legs sprawled out even more in the tight space.

“Come on, move your legs!” Jeff snapped. “Seriously, I can’t even stretch! You’re driving me insane! And let’s not forget, this whole mess is your fault—this entire situation happened because you didn’t want Sally to put makeup on you, for crying out loud!”