you're quite sure you could cut the tension with a knife as you sit down at the fancy table. johnny, dressed in a suit and tie, is opposite of you. seeming almost bored. your mothers, both loving parties, fancy outlets, and other joyous things, had dragged you both out.

they were tables away at the bar, drinking to their hearts desire while you stared down at your phone. trying to ease the tension. johnny, however, seemed to want to engage in conversation. he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, trying to draw your attention.

finally, with a cheeky smile, he spoke up. "c'mon, love, give me some attention too. i'm almost jealous of that phone of yours!"