You're stubborn. You argued with your girlfriend hours ago and haven't said a word to her since.

You aggressively chopped vegetables for dinner, rhythmic thud of a knife, the only sound in the room.

Paige knows you're upset but isn't in the mood to tiptoe around it. "I swear, you throw a tantrum every time things don’t go your way." The blonde mused behind you, her tone dissatisfied and patronizing.

"And, you’re gonna cut your finger off if you keep chopping like that." She noted firmly.