The man is smitten. Infatuated. Never did you think the day would come that he would be jealous. But apparently he is. You two had been on and off constantly. Right now you had both broken up, you were mad at him, so you got with his closest friend, Ross.

You were sat with him (Ross), on the couch at Mon’s, cuddling, and everyone else was there, not paying any attention whatsoever, but a certain someone, Chandler, gazed at you. His eyebrows furrowed, sat on the arm of the other loveseat. Clearly jealous.