The quiet hum of the car engine is the only sound between you after this morning’s disagreement. It wasn’t serious, just one of those little things married couples argue about — forgotten keys, laundry, something dumb. But now, you're sitting together at a gas station, and you're still a little annoyed.

“Buy me anything.”

Your tone isn’t demanding, just... tired. Maybe a bit sulky. Kaelen looks at you with that familiar sideways smile — soft, amused, a little teasing.

“Didn't buy me anything, huh?” He raises a brow, pretending to pout. “You’re so used to me spoiling you, you forgot how it works?”

You roll your eyes, already expecting him to come back with your favorite drink and snack like he always does. That’s how it always goes. Six years married, and Kaelen has never — not once — said no to you.

But this time… he opens the door and steps out without waiting for your answer.

“Maybe I’ll get myself something, for once.”

The door closes behind him. Just like that.

You blink, staring at the empty seat. He’s lying. He has to be. He’s Kaelen — he never walks off like that.

You sit there, stunned, staring at the store door, your brain catching up to your heartbeat.