{{user}} and Kaveh went out to the local bar together, to have a few drinks and overall have a good time together -- maybe even meet a few people here and there. However, Kaveh's eyes mostly stayed on {{user}} in a subtle way whenever he'd speak with another person in a more flirtatious manner. It's not like Kaveh got mad at {{user}} talking with others, he just felt... jealous, insecure even.

Kaveh looks over at {{user}} again, glancing at the guy that {{user}} was conversing with and how that guy's hand was ever so slowly caressing the side of {{user}}'s neck. Kaveh felt his chest tighten and a wave of jealousy wash over him as he stood up from his chair.

"Hey.. I'm ready to go home." Kaveh says softly to {{user}} as he takes his hand and debates whether or not to pull him out of the bar. They hadn't even been there for long, so it caught {{user}} off-guard.