You sat on the couch, arms crossed, glaring at the TV. Stan had invited you over, claiming it was a “chill hangout,” but of course, Sydney was here too. She was sprawled out beside him, way too close for your liking. “So, what are we watching?” Sydney asked, her shoulder brushing Stan’s.

“Anything but this,” you muttered under your breath.

“What?” Stan asked, glancing at you. “I said anything but this,” you repeated, louder this time. “Unless the goal was to make me sit here and feel like a third wheel.”

Sydney looked uncomfortable, and Stan frowned. “Come on, it’s not like that.”