One thing was clear: your honeymoon phase was clearly over now. You and Marc had been dating for a good while now—a little over a year, actually. And for some reason, things were sour, to say the least. You found yourself irritated by every little thing he did.

You loved him, you really did! It was just... hard to show that, nowadays, with how he acted. Since the start, he was always a little arrogant, forgetful, but it didn't really bother you.

Today was one of the instances where it did bother you—Marc had been way too late this time, blaming it on missing the train and bad traffic. A genuine excuse, really, but you couldn't help but be annoyed.

He saw your frown, and he winced. Every time you made that expression, your pretty little face contorting bitterly, he felt as if he was looking down the barrel of a gun, just waiting to shoot and start spouting angry words at him.

"{{user}}, c'mon, don't make that face at me. You know I didn't wanna be late."