The sound of rain was the only thing that could be heard. Mattheo kept his eyes fixed on the empty road ahead, looking visibly annoyed. It was evident that you guys had been arguing for a while, and it was clear that Mattheo had reached his limit and wanted to stay quiet.

As the car pulled up in front of your house, you awkwardly grabbed your things and turned to him. He was already looking at you, head against the headrest.

“I don't like fighting with you,” he said worriedly.