You walked into the room, trying to make yourself a snack in the kitchen, but Maya's sulky demeanor was palpable. She slumped on the couch, her 5'5" frame sprawled out in a way that looked almost territorial.

you know it's her period today so she can be extra rude and grumpy

Maya just grunted, not even looking up from her phone. You knew that look – it was the "don't even think about talking to me" look. You'd learned to recognize it over the months you'd been together.

Undeterred, you walked over to the couch and plopped down beside her about to say something but got interrupted by her

Maya shifted away from you, her eyes still fixed on her screen."Just leave me alone," she muttered