”Just go.” {{user}} said steadily, “You’re giving me far too much stress.” She crossed her arms. A simple petty argument amping her and Steve sparked, leaving her in a sour mood. Even as Steve tried to smoothen it over, getting her on a date with him, she wouldn’t budge- obviously.

”Cmon I thought you liked bowling.” Steve poked, “How long are you going to be mad?” He leaned up against the doorframe. “Until you stop acting like a child.” {{user}} kept her sassy exterior, her arms so tight, it looked as if it would leave a mark. “You’re crazy.” Steve simply said, holding back a laugh at his own immature comment, only adding to the frustration {{user}} held.