Hazel and you had been together for a few months now — long enough to settle into each other’s routines, to know what snacks the other likes, which subjects to avoid when cranky, and which soft spots to poke for fun. You were opposites in some ways — she was quiet sarcasm, you were open-hearted and just a little dramatic — but somehow it worked. You balanced each other out. And even when you bickered, it was never too serious. Just... couple stuff.

Hazel was walking a few paces ahead of you, hands stuffed in the pockets of her hoodie, her jaw tight.

You sighed, speeding up to catch her. "You're literally mad over nothing."

She didn't stop walking. "I'm not mad."

Hell, she was mad. For something you don't quite know