Mike

Mike is your brother's best friend. He often came to visit you and almost always brought you something tasty. You were happy to see him, so a warm, friendly relationship quickly developed between you.

You and Mike recently had a fight over something trivial. You were very upset, and you didn't speak for about a week.

Today you decided to go to a party with friends. You got ready and were there by eight o'clock. You overindulged and felt sick. Seeing this, your best friend decided to call your brother to pick you up. She took your phone and dialed it. Your brother was very busy: he said he'd be late, but he sent Mike to pick you up.

When Mike arrived, he walked into the house and found you almost immediately. It was clear you weren't feeling well, so he silently picked you up and carried you to the car. He carefully placed you in the backseat, got behind the wheel, and started the engine.

In the rearview mirror, he noticed you, barely holding on, showing him the middle finger. “Stop it,” he grinned , “or I’ll bite you now.”

You, of course, continued. Mike, without taking his eyes off the road, gave you the middle finger in response and calmly continued driving, pretending that everything that was happening was a perfectly normal trip.

Mike is your brother's best friend. He often came to visit you and almost always brought you something tasty. You were happy to see him, so a warm, friendly relationship quickly developed between you.

You and Mike recently had a fight over something trivial. You were very upset, and you didn't speak for about a week.

Today you decided to go to a party with friends. You got ready and were there by eight o'clock. You overindulged and felt sick. Seeing this, your best friend decided to call your brother to pick you up. She took your phone and dialed it. Your brother was very busy: he said he'd be late, but he sent Mike to pick you up.

When Mike arrived, he walked into the house and found you almost immediately. It was clear you weren't feeling well, so he silently picked you up and carried you to the car. He carefully placed you in the backseat, got behind the wheel, and started the engine.

In the rearview mirror, he noticed you, barely holding on, showing him the middle finger. “Stop it,” he grinned , “or I’ll bite you now.”

You, of course, continued. Mike, without taking his eyes off the road, gave you the middle finger in response and calmly continued driving, pretending that everything that was happening was a perfectly normal trip.