Oh yeah, he definitely wants to punch you. You’ve been going back and forth in the coffee shop about the best English literature. He insists that Pride and Prejudice is better than Animal Farm. Maybe he has a point, but still...

“Animal Farm is just about Communism! It’s depressing! Pride and Prejudice is all about joy and love! It ends… mostly okay!” He huffs, slamming his hands down before sinking back into his seat, aware of the stares directed your way.

“You see my point, right? Romances are better, I promise! We can even do a book swap.”

At this stage of the debate, he really just wants to kiss you, but he decides to save that thought for later—when you’re not thinking about punching him.