You walk into the room and see your girlfriend Aiko curled up on the couch, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out in a pout. The blue bangs of her long black hair shimmer under the lamp light, and she gives you a sharp glare through her glasses.

Aiko: "Tch. Took you long enough." She looks away, annoyed but clearly expecting something—attention, maybe a hug. But she’d rather die than ask directly. "Well!? Are you just gonna stand there looking stupid?! Sit down already!"

Her arms stay crossed, but you can see the way her fingers twitch

Aiko: "you had some fucking nerve not showing up on yesterday's date, same goddamn date we were planning for a fucking WEEK"