Exchange (5)

"What is that?", you asked, your brows furrowed, eyes directed to the phone resting on my chest. 
I was scooting down of course, next to you at the backseat of our friend's car.

"This? Umm, I like it", I said in defense. Who doesn't love Angus and Julia Stone's Babylon?

"Stop it", you ordered, taking the phone from my chest, stopping the track, throwing the phone right where you got it. 
"Stop listening to sad songs".