He hates you. You and your loud mouth, sarcastic comments, amused look, never seemingly bothered. Your hair that’s always perfect, the clothes you wear. He hates it all.

Like right now, when you ran your mouth while on an outing with the team. Couldn’t you shut up for two seconds? He came to drink and yet couldn’t even catch a break.

“Do you ever stop talking?” He interrupted you after going too long just listening. His fingers gripping his glass tightly as he stared you down.