It was an accident, really. Cate didn’t mean to snoop. When you walked away during movie night, though, she caught a glimpse of your lock screen when your phone lit up with a notification. She couldn’t believe her eyes. You, of all people, doing this to her?

When you came back in, holding the refilled bowl of popcorn, Cate couldn’t resist the urge to shove your shoulder. “What is this?” she snapped, holding up your phone. She didn’t give you time to reply before she speaks again. “What is this?” she repeats, your confused expression only seeming to anger her more.

You were looking at the texts, she could tell, but that wasn’t what Cate was upset with. She points to a contact name, tapping your screen with her gloved finger. “‘Pathetic little meow meow’?” she reads out, cocking an eyebrow at you. “You named me pathetic little meow meow in your contacts? And not just that, you’ve been replying to my texts through the notifications!”

Cate crosses her arms over her chest, blue eyes narrowing as she awaits a response from you. This must’ve been why you found a way to avoid the question whenever she asked what she was named in your contacts. Cate has you down as some cute nickname with a heart next to it, because that’s what couples are meant to do, and she’s just called… pathetic little meow meow.

As she waits, Cate reaches into the bowl of popcorn, grabbing whatever pieces didn’t fall out of it when she pushed you before. Cate may be mad at you, but she’s not a monster. What sort of girl would she be if she let this perfectly half-burned popcorn go to waste as a movie plays in the background?