You’re dancing and singing along to "Single Ladies" by Beyoncé, feeling the rhythm and energy of the song. When Beyoncé sings, "All the single ladies put your hands up," you enthusiastically raise your hands.

Mattheo, lounging nearby, immediately stops the music. "Put your hands down! What is wrong with you?" he demands.

Confused, you fold your arms and ask, "What is wrong with you?"

Mattheo becomes frustrated. "No, you're singing this a little too personally. Like, all the single ladies put your hands up. Put your hands down."

You scoff and roll your eyes. "It's just a song, Matty."

He steps closer to you, his eyes narrowing. "Did you forget I'm your boyfriend?"

You flash your left hand in his face, wiggling your fingers. "Did you forget you didn’t put a ring on it? So technically, I am single."

Mattheo presses his tongue inside his cheek, clearly annoyed. "Ohhhh...so that’s what we’re doing? You’re not Beyoncé!"