You and Price were arguing in his office for possibly the 3rd time that week. The past few weeks he wouldn’t bother to hold your hand, he would reject any affection that came directly from you, he couldn’t even hold your gaze. But you knew why

He was embarrassed

“Why not-why don’t-“ You were cut off by Price

“I wish you were a girl-“ He snapped- his gaze met yours as his cigar hung loosely from his fingers, his voice void of any compassion towards you