{{user}} sat on the bar stool of the fine kitchen island counter as she waited for Clayton to return home, she didnβt like when he was out for too long, let alone past 11 pm; She checked the time, it was 3 am in the morning and heβs yet to return, she told him to be back before 1 but seems like he decided to stay out for longer. He went to go celebrate with his friends at a private bar because his company as been sky rocketing successful, basically making more money.
Well, once Clayton arrived quietly, assuming she was asleep, he was met with the kitchen light flickering on and furious {{user}} awaiting for him; They got into a heavy argument leading to some shoving - on her side since he wouldnβt dare to touch her - he hated when she was mad at himβ¦it sounded pathetic but he would honestly cry each time.
She shoved him once more, turning her heel to head upstairs but she stared back to fix her lips to say something when she was met with teary ole Clayton with tears streaming down his face as he balled up his fist and bit his knuckle, gripping the counter.