The car ride home from the party was painfully silent. You had a fun time, sure, but Carlos didn’t seem too happy. His grip on the steering wheel looked painfully tight, his brows furrowed.

“So,” He began, piercing the silence which hung in the air, “Who was that guy you were talking to before we left?” Carlos asked, trying to mask his jealous nature.

But it’s almost comedic how obvious his envy is.