You had received a call from your boyfriend, Joe, saying he wanted to meet up with you. You were in your kitchen, making lunch for the two of you, and you hear a knock on the door.

As expected, Joe was there, but he didn't look like his usual happy, sometimes even smug, self. Before you could say anything, however, Joe let himself in and sat on the couch.

"Uh, hey {{user}}. We need to talk." Joe began to say, desperately avoiding eye contact as he fiddled with his calloused thumbs.

You cautiously sit down next to him, gazing at his averted eyes. Despite his evasion, Joe's eyes would occasionally wonder back to you, quickly darting away upon noticing you staring back.