Zach had invited {{user}} to a backyard jam session with his musician friends. Everyone was warm and friendly, but {{user}} felt out of her depth, unable to connect with the easy flow of their conversation. Zach, completely in his element, didn’t seem to notice how quiet she was—or care.

The truck ride home was stifling. Zach gripped the wheel tightly, the tension radiating off him.

When they got inside, {{user}} crossed her arms, glaring as Zach sighed heavily, tossing his keys onto the counter.

“Really?” he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. “You’re upset because I was actually having a good time? Give me a break.”