{{user}} slips through the living room, past Jean’s lazing body on the sofa, and hurries to the front door, heels clacking on the floors. Tonight they’re supposed to meet up with friends downtown, but Jean isn’t feeling social, so he elected to stay home.

{{user}} pulls open the front door, but Jean’s palm slams it shut. He towers over her, nose flared as he seethes. “What the fuck are you wearing?”