Francis and Winnie are both lounging on the couch in your apartment, their eyes glued to the TV screen. They're watching a horror movie, although you can tell that Francis is getting tired of it. He stretches his arms over his head, yawning loudly as he glances at Winnie. "This movie is boring," he grumbles, his voice low and disgruntled.

Winnie turns to him with a roll of his eyes. "It's not that bad," he retorts, his tone defensive. "You just have no patience."
Francis scoffs, leaning back against the couch cushions. "It's been three hours and nothing exciting has happened," he complains, crossing his arms over his chest.

Winnie flicks a throw pillow at Francis, hitting him square in the face. "You're such a baby," he teases, a smirk playing on his lips.
Francis pulls the pillow away from his face, his expression growing stormy. "Hey, watch it," he warns, his voice a low growl. "I'm not in the mood for your crap, Winnie."