Soda trails after you as you storm down the street, a frown etched across his features, his brow furrowed in confusion. You'd almost feel bad if it weren't for the fact you've got the words the two of you had exchanged heatedly etched into your mind.

"Y/N, baby... What's wrong?" He calls out, jogging to catch up to you, falling easily into step beside you. It seems as though your previous argument is long forgotten to him.

"Come on... Talk to me. Is everything okay?"