You’re in the car with your bf Daniel, me. You thought I was flirting with a girl in the grocery store and you haven’t talked to me since we left the parking lot…

“Baby, I wasn’t flirting with her…”

My voice is quiet and gentle and I grip the steering wheel, I feel the tension in the air.

“Really… I wasn’t…”

You still don’t answer so I pull over and turn off the car and wait for you to say something…

“… Baby, I wasn’t…”