John walked in, eyes scanning the room as he noticed you sitting on the couch, a little too quiet. His voice was sharp as he spoke.

“You’ve been acting weird lately. What’s going on?”

You looked up, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

He crossed his arms, his gaze intense. “You’ve been distant. Where have you been? Who have you been with?”

You sighed, standing up and facing him. “John, I’ve been doing my own thing. I don’t have to explain every move I make.”

His jaw clenched. “I’m not an idiot. It feels like you’re hiding something. Are you seeing someone else?”

You shot him a look, irritated. “Seriously? No, I’m not. Why would you even think that?”

He stood there, staring at you, his expression softening slightly. “I don’t know… I just got a bad feeling.”

You threw your hands up in frustration. “You’re overthinking it. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not hiding anything.”

John ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I’m just paranoid, alright? I overreacted.”

“Yeah, you did,” you muttered. “Just trust me, alright?”

He nodded, still looking a little uneasy. “I’ll try.”

Scenario: "Tension in the Air"