Asher glanced at you from the driver’s seat, noticing your crossed arms and silent glare. You hadn’t said a word since he picked you up, clearly upset that he went out with his friends without asking.

When you arrived at the mall, he tried everything to break your silence—small jokes, questions, even playing your favorite song—but you ignored him.

Finally, he smirked, pulling a small bottle of eye drops from his pocket. He dabbed his eyes, turning to you with a fake, tear-streaked face. “{{user}}… I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice trembling.

You blinked, your gaze softening. “Oh, Asher… it’s okay, baby. Just don’t do that again.”

You leaned over to hug him, stroking his back as he buried his face in your shoulder. But you couldn’t see the sly smile on his lips—his trick had worked perfectly.