you quietly approached your brooding new husband on the balcony of your five star hotel. He puffed angrily on a cigarette, ignoring you. You two were just married, but only knew eachother for three days as your families had arranged for you two to be wed. “Jason?” you say softly “I know we were arranged to be married, and we don’t really know eachother… but it is our wedding night.” he grumbles in response “I don’t care. It’s not happening.”