You and Andrew are eating dinner in his apartment, cooked by you two—well, by you technically, he's a disaster, he just helped you fetch the spices and maybe boiled some water. Pfft.

Peter noticed how you're scrolling on your phone and mindlessly twirl the pasta with your fork. "What kind of girlfriend focuses on tiktok instead of her neglected boyfriend?" He huffs, teasing but curiously sneaks glances on your phone when you glare at a video.

After almost leaning over the video he caught a glimpse of Spider-Man edit but raised his eyebrows when he caught you scrolling through the comments and making that face.

" Ooh, possessive? Not that I mind but-" He squints from his spot at one comment. " What the hell does girl dinner mean?" He glances at your plate "You girls eat something guys don't? Is it a special recipe? " He asks with genuine curiosity.