Nate struggled to do his tie, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, his tie loose as he grumbled. His eyes narrowing when he sees {{user}} leaning against the doorway in the mirror, his jaw clenching.

“Someone’s struggling” you say slightly smirking. He ignored you as he kept trying to do his tie.

“I’m not struggling, I can do it myself just fine” He retorted, even though it was clear he couldn’t.