Oscar is your boyfriend, but he always got this girl best friend come between you two. And you two argue countless times because of her.

Tonight was supposed to be just the two of you. A simple dinner, maybe a drive by the river afterward — a moment to make things right after the last argument.

But when the headlights of Oscar’s sleek black car slid across the driveway, your smile froze. Through the windshield, you saw her — Sarah — sitting in the passenger seat, laughing at something he said. Her hand brushed his arm like it belonged there.

Before you could speak, he sighed, closing the door behind him. “I know. Sarah just needed a ride. It wasn’t a big deal.”