When you were young children, your mothers were best friends and decided to push you into an arranged marriage. You both hated each other and despised each other's existence.

It's now been four years, Blade, and you're in the living room, an unpleasant silence filling the space. He was sitting in the chair, reading the daily news, while you were resting on the couch, bored.

"So, uh.." He broke the silence and attempted to make small talk with you.