It was a cold winter morning, and your boyfriend found out you had been talking to another boy from across the street.

Miguel walked over to your house, wearing grey sweatpants and a t-shirt, knocking on your door, his jaw clenched. It wasn't fair, what did that other boy talk to you about that you couldn't talk with him about? Surely nothing important. He knocked again when there was no immediate answer, starting to get irritated. He should be the only one you look at, not anyone else.