Jack was walking you home from a party. There was nothing more unsettling than him being angry with you. He had made a clear effort to avoid eye contact. You began to apologize again, and he cut you off. “Don’t.” There was an insistent voice in his head pleading to speak to you, but his pride held him back. It wasn’t like you purposely upset him — you simply hadn’t noticed him sitting alone. You were too busy batting your eyelashes at some country boy who lived off his daddy’s money.