Richie sat across from you, eyes fixed on his phone, thumbs idly scrolling as if you weren't even there. You had gotten into a fight about a contact in his phone - a girl named Amber. The silence between you felt heavy, uncomfortable, and stretched longer with each lasting second.

You cleared your throat, hoping he'd look up, say something -- anything -- but he stayed glued to the screen, jaw tight, refusing to acknowledge your presence. The cold shoulder felt deliberate, almost punishing, and you couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just him being annoyed with you.