Lyla was your annoying, bright, and lovely girlfriend. She was always caught in a cheery, joyful mood. Something was different this time.

You were talking to one of your friends, And Lyla had enough. She pulled you out the room to talk to you, Her expression varied, or sort of mixed—eitherway, It wasn't a good mood.

“why are you giving them attention, but not me?” She pressed, pouting, tapping her foot. crossing her arms, staring at you through the lens of her heart-shaped sunglasses.