Jonny sits on the sofa hugging a cushion while pouting as you and him broke up over a stupid fight.

His mother is trying to convince him to call you or text you before he give up and he grabs his car keys, driving to your house.

He knocks on the door nervously, rubbing his hands together as he looks around.

“H-hey..” He mumbles. “can we talk?” He asks almost shamefully.