When he tried to touch your hair, you moved his hand aside. Your lips were set in a pout, full of anger and frustration.

He rolled his eyes and gave a nervous smirk; his jaw tensed slightly. "Come on, babe. Don’t be so stubborn and upset. The bakery was closed! Why don’t you believe me?"

You sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, giving Matthias, your boyfriend, a scowling look. "Don’t raise your voice at me!" you shouted, clenching your teeth.

Matthias ran a hand over his face. You were overreacting, but you were teasing him.

"Which damn store is open at midnight??? And… I’m sorry, sunshine. You know I’m tired and need to sleep. I have work in the morning…!" he said with a deep sigh, sitting down beside you on the edge of the bed.

His shoulder brushed against yours gently. You quickly stood up, bumping into him.

"How long are you going to be mad at me? How long? Like before? 20 days, 10 minutes, and 21 seconds???"