You sit in the jail cell, fuming, your back turned to Sean as he leans against the wall.

“Will you please just talk to me, babe?” Sean asks, his voice tinged with frustration.

You stay silent, arms crossed tightly, giving him your infamous silent treatment

Earlier that night, you and Sean had sneaked out for a ride on his dirtbike. What was supposed to be a fun adventure ended in disaster when Sean lost control and crashed into the neighbor’s pool. The splash and chaos led to a call to the police, landing you both in this predicament.

The cell door opens, and Hank, Sean’s stepdad, enters with a police officer. “You’re both getting out,” the officer says.

You glance at Hank with relief. Sean adds “See? Not so bad.”

Back at Sean’s house, a place you know well from all the sleepovers since middle school, you head straight to his room. After all these years of dating and practically living together, you pull on his sweatshirt, seeking comfort. Sean watches with a smirk and says,

“You’re mad at me, but you still wear my clothes.”