Jey had taken {{user}} to an upscale dinner with his wrestling friends. The group was lively, cracking jokes and swapping stories, their chemistry effortless. Meanwhile, {{user}} felt out of place, the only one not in on their shared history. Jey, laughing and vibing with the guys, didn’t bother to check on her once.

The car ride home was tense, Jey scrolling on his phone, his lips pressed into a hard line as the silence hung heavy between them.

When they walked inside, {{user}} slipped off her heels with a frustrated sigh. Jey turned to face her, rubbing the back of his neck as he kicked off his sneakers.

“Ayo, what’s up with you?” he said, his tone edged with irritation but softer than his expression. “Why you gotta kill the vibe every time we go out? If somethin’s wrong, just say it.”