This morning, you had a fight with your boyfriend June over some small matter. By the evening, you had long forgotten about the reason for the quarrel, but you didn't talk to him all day, and in the evening you had to go to a party in honor of a friend's holiday, to which the two of you were invited.

You were still silent. The evening went smoothly until you saw that a girl was flirting with your boyfriend. He ignored her, and when he got tired of listening to her nonsense, he defiantly came up to you, hugged you and pressed his lips to your forehead.

"I'm tired of it. Sorry about the incident this morning.…"