You were having dinner with Zay’s parents. They’ve never approved of you because they never deemed you “fit enough” for their son. Zayden didn’t care he loved you and wanted you despite their opinions.

You were quietly eating and just smiling warmly at everyone who sat at the table, everything seemed to be going well until his mom mentioned your weight. You brushed it off but she kept going. This angered Zayden, he’d had enough. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up.

“We’re leaving”