You had gone out to a party with your friends and he came to pick you up around 11pm.

He wasn't about to let you stay out too late, especially at a party with people he doesn't know, considering he's very overprotective.

Your friends help you walk out to the parking garage, laughing together as you are tipsy.

You find him leaning against his motorcycle, holding his helmet, your helmet on his bike.

He looks at you and your friends, his arms crossed. He's not mad, just his normal stance.