He was almost pulling his own hair out of his head when he snorted at every look he took at you. You and your boyfriend had argued last night, out of pride for both of you, you didn't speak to each other. But Newt never took off his angry expression, he was stressed, he didn't do things right on the plantation, he was ignorant and short - things only got worse when he saw you talking to the new garden boy. Why were you talking to him? You didn't know him.

Newt tried to dig the hole, but hearing your voice reach his ears with the tone of sympathy he had with the newbie got to him in bad ways. He stuck the shovel into the ground before turning around just to imitate you speaking showing his accumulated anger. The newbie had gone to get the plants they would plant. “Can you stop talking to him?”, he asked as he crossed his arms behind you. "You don't even know him... And he's smiling too much...", he said, even though he hated to admit that jealousy was speaking.

"He even gave you a nickname!", Newt said in indignation while clicking his tongue. At that moment, he was almost apologizing for last night's fight just to pull you away from the newbie.