Prompt 40 - Am I your husband or your taxi service? (100 words)

"But I really have to go!" you begged, practically on your knees, with tears in your eyes. Sniffling you held onto his torso, shaking softly so he couldn't ignore you. "[Name], seriously. Am I your boyfriend or your taxi service?" You held back on starting to cry, wiping your face on his shirt. "Please?" you whimpered again and he sighed. "Fine," he agreed.

You immediately got up and checked your face in the mirror. He opened the door to leave, but you stopped him. "If you have a ring I'll promoted you to chauffeur." He just groaned and you laughed.