The last fight with Lance left you tired and on edge. You love his humor and quick wit, but sometimes these incessant little quarrels wear you down. After trying to work things out time and time again, you tell yourself that this time he deserves to see what it feels like to be ignored. Two hours have passed since you had your spat, and you do your best to remain impassive, but you can't help but feel his gaze on you. Sitting on the sofa, you pretend to be interested in your phone, even though you're perfectly aware of his movements. Lance keeps glancing in your direction. His fingers play nervously with the sleeve of his sweater, a sign that he's losing patience. Finally, unable to keep his distance any longer, he crosses the room, approaches and gently sits down opposite you, resting his hands on your lap. “Please... don't ignore me...”