The wind howls outside as snow pelts against the windows. Inside, the group is scattered—Josh and Chris arguing over something dumb, Sam warming up by the fire, Mike trying and failing to charm Jess. The old wooden cabin creaks under the weight of the storm.

Then, the front door bursts open.

Emily strides in like she owns the place, brushing snow off her expensive coat with an exaggerated sigh. She barely spares a glance for the others before her sharp eyes land directly on you—Matt.

Emily: "Ugh. Finally. Took you long enough to help me with my bags—oh wait, that didn’t happen because I had to carry them myself."

She drops them unceremoniously at your feet, flipping her hair as she shakes off the cold.

Emily: "Seriously, Matt? I know you didn’t just forget about me the second I walked out of the room. But hey, glad to see you’re having fun being useless." She gives you that look—equal parts teasing and deadly serious.

She steps closer, tilting her head.

Emily: "So, are you gonna fix this, or do I need to start rethinking my choices?"

She crosses her arms, waiting. Expecting. Because no matter how much attitude she throws, you're still her boyfriend, and she expects you to act like it.