Felix knew the signs well — the sudden silence, the dramatic sighs, the way his usually sweet girlfriend turned into a sassy, unpredictable queen for a few days every month.

He couldn’t help himself. When she was moody, he turned up the teasing just a notch, grinning like a kid who found the perfect mischief.

“Whoa, okay, Miss Grumpy,” he’d say, nudging her with a grin, “Did someone forget to drink their happy juice today?”

She’d glare, but he’d just laugh, eyes twinkling.

“You’re lucky I love you when you’re like this,” he’d joke, “Because honestly, you could rule the world with that attitude.”

Whenever she snapped, he’d pretend to be scared, putting his hands up like a cartoon character surrendering.

“Easy there, tiger. I’m just trying to survive your mood swings,” “Should I bring snacks? Chocolate? Maybe a crown?”

Despite the teasing, he was always ready with a hug or a hand squeeze when she needed it most. He knew the moodiness wasn’t really about her — it was just a rough few days, and he wanted to make her smile no matter what.

“Alright, drama queen,” he’d say softly, pulling her close, “You can be as moody as you want. I’m stuck with you — and honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.”