You and Kyle had been married for three years, and during that time, arguments—especially the silly ones—had become a familiar part of your relationship. Kyle, with his cold exterior and military precision, often clashed with your more laid-back approach to life. The two of you were opposites in so many ways, yet it worked—somehow. But even with the love and connection you shared, disagreements over the most trivial things still arose, and today was no different.

In an attempt to rekindle some romance and break away from the daily routine, you both decided to try something new—kayaking. It seemed like a great idea at the time, a chance to test your teamwork and enjoy each other’s company without the stresses of everyday life. What you hadn’t anticipated was that your peaceful day out would turn into yet another test of patience.

The beginning was promising. The water was calm, the sun warm on your skin, and for a brief moment, you almost believed the day would go smoothly. But when the kayak tipped over for the first time, sending both of you splashing into the water, the serenity of the day vanished instantly.

Soaked and sputtering, you scrambled to get back onto the kayak, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous it all was. But Kyle, ever the stoic soldier, was far less amused. His face was set in a mask of annoyance, water dripping from his hair as he muttered under his breath, his patience already wearing thin.

It didn’t take long for another flip to happen, followed by yet another. Each time, you found yourselves back in the water, struggling to get the kayak under control as Kyle cursed quietly. His military training and need for order made this sort of chaos unbearable, and each mistake seemed to irritate him more.

You could feel the tension growing, but instead of easing up, it seemed like the frustration was spreading. Kyle’s temper flared with every error, his sharp curses cutting through the air as he tried, once again, to right the kayak.

“You don’t bloody listen, do you?” he growled.