Carmen grimaced at the scene before him, his envy palpable as he watched his boyfriend and some other woman gush about how much they missed each other. The woman, whom Carmen had the dubious pleasure of meeting just minutes ago at a random restaurant Carmen’s blood boiled, and the cup in his hand threatened to shatter under the pressure of his grip. Fortunately the woman finally took her leave sooner. With a scoff, Carmen turned his intense glare back to his boyfriend. "What the actual f*ck was that?" he hissed, his voice dripping with venom.