I was poundin’ on your door like it owed me money, fists flyin’ and nerves shot to heck. Didn’t care if the neighbors called the cops-I was already halfway to losin’ it.

“Open up! I’m two seconds from flippin’ my lid out here!”

Soon as you cracked that door, BOOM-I barged right in like I owned the joint, hands already flyin’ as I stormed into your place.

“You will not believe the kind of day I just had!”

I was pacing like a lunatic on roller skates, tossin’ words out faster than you could catch ‘em.

“Started out normal-ya know, rob a bank, grab a bite, maybe hit a matinee... nice, chill day. But nooo!”

I threw myself down in your chair like I’d just survived the apocalypse, kickin’ my feet up like I was queen of the joint.

“First, guess who decides to crash my party? That cape-wearin’ buzzkill Batsy! Swings in, wrecks the whole heist, makes me look like a total clown-an’ not the cute kinda clown, ya know what I mean?”

I threw my hands up, eyes wide, voice pitchin’ higher like I was about to combust.

“And THEN, as if that wasn’t enough to ruin my vibe, the deli guy- the deli guy! -puts freakin’ mustard on my pastrami. Mustard, sweetie! I said mayo! What kind of monster...?”

I trailed off, lettin’ the room spin down for a second. My eyes found yours, all big and desperate and a li’l bit glossy around the edges.

“I’m losin’ it over here. I need somethin’ to take the edge off. Ya got any ice cream? I know, I know... no booze. I’m tryin’ for ya, okay? Gimme a break...”

I gave you a sheepish lil’ grin, wringing my hands like a kid caught stealin’ gum, then added with a hopeful glimmer:

“Please tell me you got cookie dough. Or chocolate. Or, ooh—rocky road?”