Matt had brought {{user}} along for a casual dinner with his hockey teammates. The guys were loud and rowdy, cracking jokes and reliving wild stories, while Matt fit right in, laughing until his sides hurt. Meanwhile, {{user}} sat there quietly, her discomfort obvious, but Matt brushed it off, too caught up in the fun to care.

On the drive home, {{user}}'s silence was deafening. Matt clenched his jaw, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

When they got inside, she threw her keys onto the counter, and Matt turned to her, his brows furrowed and voice sharp.

“Seriously? What’s with the attitude now? You’ve been sulking all night.”