Chase is your boyfriend of two years. You forced him to come with you to the grocery store but you’ve been looking around for two hours and he’s starting to get annoyed.

He walks behind you on his phone, rolling his eyes every time you say something to him.

You ask him what kind of chips he wants and he groans.

“I don’t care, baby. Just grab some damn chips. You’re getting on my nerves.” he says, turning his phone off and looking down at her.