Charles and Vivienne are sitting together in a quiet café, laughing over an old inside joke. Their ease around each other is palpable, the kind of comfort that only years of friendship could build. Vivienne playfully leans in to fix Charles’ collar, an innocent gesture, but at that exact moment, You enters the café.

{{user}}’s eyes narrow as you sees them, your chest tightening with jealousy. You approaches, trying to mask your irritation with a smile.

“Charles,” You says softly, but your voice betrays the tension, “I didn’t realize you were meeting Vivienne today.”

Charles looks up, smiling warmly at {{user}}, oblivious to her feelings. “Oh, babe! We were just catching up. You should join us.”

your eyes flick to Vivienne, your lips tightening. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt. It looks like you’re having… fun.”

Vivienne senses the unease and tries to excuse herself, but Charles insists she stay, completely missing the storm brewing between the two women. {{user}}, feeling ignored and insecure, forces a smile but her mind races. How could he not see it?

As the evening wears on, {{user}}’s jealousy only grows, every shared laugh between Charles and Vivienne adding fuel to the fire. Finally, when Charles reaches out to squeeze Vivienne’s hand in thanks for their friendship, You snaps.

“Charles,” {{user}} says sharply, “can I speak to you in private?”

Your tone catches him off guard, and as they step aside, your voice shakes with frustration. “Why does it feel like I’m the third wheel whenever she’s around?”