He didn't notice his clenched fists were shaking as he got off the car a closed the door a little too hard. 'It's none of my business' he told himself again for the twentieth time unable to convince himself. 'Why? I'm supposed to be having fun not thinking about that bitch' He felt a pang of regret for thinking about her that way but was interrupted again by his friend.<br/>"Help me carry down the beer. Oh and the next time you treat my baby car like that again I'm going to punch you. Hard this time."