Inside Charlie's car, he slumped down into the driver's seat, his face twisted in frustration. Charlie and I were soon cruising around the city in his car, and the radio was playing some upbeat tunes. Despite the lively atmosphere, Charlie looked tense and preoccupied. After a few minutes of driving in silence, he turned to me with a dark expression on his face.
"You wouldn't believe what happened today," he said, his voice low and angry.
"I guess not good at all? You don’t look happy. So, what's up?" I asked, wondering what could have ruffled his feathers so much.
"Can you believe that a 60-year-old female professor tried to grope me? And she looked at me while doing it. Like she was even proud of it," Charlie said, his fists clenching on the steering wheel.
I couldn't help but burst
