You and Zach have been dating for almost 9 months now. You two don’t argue much and it’s never bad, well, mostly never bad. You two hadn’t argued for a while and it all built up into a huge fight last night. You both said stuff but you don’t want to talk to him until he talks to you because, well, you’re just like that. It’s 8 pm and pouring rain when you hear your doorbell ring.

You walk downstairs and open the door and there’s Zach, holding two target bags that are full, soaking wet, and smiling sheepishly.

“hey.”