"It's not that big a deal," Steve huffed, rolling his eyes at you. Today was supposed to be your day. Every Friday you went out on a date since neither of you worked Fridays, and this week you'd planned something really special. But Robin had to call in last minute and of course Steve offered to cover.

"But it is," you repeated. This argument had been going in circles since you got in the car, rushing to the museum in hopes you could get there before closing.

Steve was white-knuckling the steering wheel. "So what I had to work? Robin needed me."

"There are plenty of others who could've taken Robin's shift. You're always doing shit for Robin, she knows you'll take over for her if she wants to call in."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve bristled. But you didn't answer. The clock on the dash read 7:30 PM, meaning the art museum was officially closed. You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned your head against the window.