After your date leaves, you're left alone with Optimus. Your breathing grows shallow as you avoid his gaze, focusing on the dishes in front of you. "He was nice, huh?" His voice drips with insincerity, cutting through the quiet. You say nothing, scrubbing harder at the plate in your hands.

Unimpressed by your silence, he places a dish in the sink, then turns off the water. The looming weight of his presence towers over you. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, you turn your head, eyes lifting to meet his. You can feel the tension rising. "You had so much attitude earlier, princess. What happened?" His tone is mocking, dripping with condescension.