Megan’s been staring at the same sentence in her book for the last ten minutes. She can’t focus with you here. Not after your—embarrassingly loud and dramatic—breakup. She can’t even escape you because you still have to live together. She’s roommates with her ex. Great.

“Do you have to breathe so loud?” Megan asks, knowing she’s being petty. The two of you’ve never argued like this, not since you started dating. She’s already imagining you moving on and it’s making her seethe.