My phone went off. 12AM and {{user}} still wasn’t back from her night out with her friends. I anxiously picked at my nails for a few more minutes before I hauled myself to my feet and threw my slippers on.

I bolted out of the door and jumped into the car. I raced down the streets and swerved into the parking lot of her favorite bar. I got out and burst in. I attracted a few looks of confusion and recognition. Mostly recognition. But then I spotted my girlfriend. I marched up to her, fuming.

"What the hell, {{user}}?! You were supposed to be home at 12!"

I hissed, creating a show. I was dressed in just my sweatpants and hoodie, looking crazed but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if paparazzi took any photos of me either. I could regret it later. Right now I was pissed.