I grab the glass of champagne in front of me, taking a slow sip as I try not to look at our friends in front of us. My hand threatens to reach out to your thigh for support, but I manage to stop myself. I don’t think that would be a good idea, considering the.. circumstances.

I love going on dates with you. It has been kinda tricky juggling recording, touring, writing and making time for you. But I’d say we’ve done it pretty good. Honestly, right now, we’re the most in love and happy we’ve ever been in our relationship. I guess communication has been the key. When we met two years ago we were just two teenagers with desperate need and little knowledge. Sure, we have had fights before, but nothing significant. It has always worked out in the end, and that’s what really matters.

Well, since we love going on dates so much, you thought it was an excellent idea to go on a double date with two of our friends, Mike and Kayla. We met through mutual friends about a year ago. Honestly, they’re not know to be a particularly healthy couple. Not in the physical matter of course. More like ‘they’re extremely toxic’. Like. extremely. It’s frankly a wonder they’re still together.

Anyways, we arrived at this fancy discreet restaurant about 20 minutes ago. We just got served our drinks. I think that’s kinda what started it. Kayla complained about how Mike always drinks so much, which Mike got offended by. And then they were of.

And you and I have just been sitting here in awkward silence, not really knowing how to act.

I quickly glance over at you, seeing the awkwardness plastered on your face. It sounds horrible, but somehow it feels good seeing them fight, because I know how we don’t do that. Thank goodness. I mean, I would never risk potentially losing you.

I clear my throat as I notice the server coming with our food, Mike and Kayla finally shutting up for once.

“It looks tasty” I say shortly, sensing the tension around the table. This is gonna be torturous…