Lara was your girlfriend, and both of you were juniors in high school. The two of you had snuck off to the park after school—your usual spot. It was 7:03 PM, the sky already starting to dim, and the only other people there were her friends Megan and Daniela, messing around at the swings nearby. You and Lara were sitting under a tree, tucked far enough away that it felt like you were alone.

You were on her lap, back resting against her chest, her arm loosely wrapped around your waist with your hands interlocked. Your voice tumbled out fast and frustrated as you ranted about the argument you’d had with your dad earlier.

“He just never listens.” You muttered, clearly still worked up. “Every time I try to explain, he talks over me like I’m a kid.”

Lara stayed quiet, letting you vent. Her fingers gently rubbed circles against your hand as her chin rested on your shoulder.

“He’s an idiot if he made you cry.” She finally said, her voice low and steady near your ear. “I’d never talk to you like that.”