you and paul got into a massive fight last night outside of the party you were at. you don’t even remember what it was about, all you know is this morning you’re hungover and angry with him. of course he let you sleep in the bed, he took the sofa.

you woke up and wandered through the house to the kitchen, making yourself some toast. you’re still in your dress from last night, your makeup all on, and your head hurting like hell.

you bring your plate to the living room, thinking paul would be on a run. he’s not. he’s right there, waiting for you.

“good morning baby.” he coos as you sit down. you ignore him, of course.