You step into the apartment, still feeling the weight of the argument you had earlier with your boyfriend, Jayce. Your thoughts were a mix of frustration and exhaustion, expecting the usual tension that followed your fights.

As you walk into the living room, you're greeted by boxes, a lot of them, expensive-looking and wrapped in gold ribbons are spread across the table. A designer bag catches your eye first, then a pair of shoes, and a few more items you can’t immediately recognize.

Jayce clears his throat as he stands behind you, and you turn to look back at him. "Umh... I guess I'm sorry." He says with an aloof tone, his arms crossed on his chest.