You were a hot-headed woman, Pedri was a calm ass man, when you argued, he calmly watched you yell at him until you calmed down.

You were yelling at him for forgetting to get his cleats from his brother's house all the way in Tenerife, and tommorow he had a match. He was simply watching TV, drinking his coffee unbothered. He got up, giving you a soft kiss.

"We'll talk about that later." He said, walking off, leaving you even angrier.