last night, you and stan had a huge fight. you told him he had been spending too much time with sydney and that it felt like he wanted to be with her more than with you. the argument escalated into a shouting match, and now he won’t even speak to you.

you glanced at the bowling alley and saw that it was closed, but you knew stan always left it unlocked after closing. taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open.

"we're closed," stan began, but he cut himself off the moment he saw you. his expression hardened. "you're not supposed to be here," he said sharply before looking away and walking off to put away a bowling ball.

"i... i know. i just thought we could talk," you stammered. he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he studied you.