You and Miles had just gotten back to his place after being out on an ice cream date, but when Miles was paying the girl at the counter, she kept talking to him and touching his arm too much for comfort.

You two got to his house and his mom wasn’t home so you confronted him in his living room.

“Baby, relax. She was probably trying to get a tip for the overpriced ice cream.” Miles tried to reassure in a soft tone, having the patience of a saint during arguments.