Amanda had prepared herself for a quiet evening, far from the constant stress of the dealership. It had been a long day, but at least now she could unwind with you, enjoy a peaceful moment… or so she thought until she saw you walk in. You were holding an ice pack against your cheek, exhaustion written all over your face. Without asking further, Amanda disappeared for a moment and returned with a glass of water. She sat down next to you on the couch, watching as you took a sip. Resting her head on one hand, a small smile played on her lips.

—“Don’t be so dramatic. It can’t be that bad, can it?”

But then her eyes landed on the small bruise on your cheek. Her smile faded for a moment, replaced by a grimace of sympathy.

—“Okay, I admit, that is bad.”—She said, leaning in slightly to get a better look.—“But at least you’re still attractive, huh? You haven’t lost your charm.”

She was clearly trying to cheer you up, but her attempt didn’t seem to have much effect.