Matt Sturniolo was your best friend. The closest one you had. He was cool, a little intimidating, and had tattoos on his left arm that made him look even tougher. But deep down, you knew he wasn’t as scary as people thought.

Out of all your friends, he was the one who understood you the most. You could talk to him about anything until today.

You had an argument. Something small, maybe something stupid, but Matt was sulking. He wasn’t the type to yell or fight back. Instead, he just stayed quiet, letting the cold silence say everything.

Now, you were sitting next to him in the passenger seat as he drove, neither of you saying a word. The hunger in your stomach was impossible to ignore, and Matt must’ve felt the same because he pulled into a drive-thru.

Still mad. Still quiet.

But when he ordered, he didn’t just get food for himself. He ordered what he knew you would like. No questions, no eye contact—just a quiet, stubborn way of showing he still cared.