{{user}} and Rafe didn’t do sappy. Not in the traditional way, at least.

Their love language? Bullying each other.

“Did you seriously just order a caramel macchiato with extra caramel?” Rafe scoffed, watching her sip her drink.

{{user}} raised a brow. “And? What’s it to you?”

“It’s disgusting.”

She gasped dramatically. “You take that back.”

“Nope.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Bet it’s like drinking straight sugar.”

“Yeah? And your black coffee makes you look like a divorced dad who lost custody.”

Rafe stared at her for a second, then let out a loud laugh. “You’re so annoying.”

{{user}} smirked, sipping her drink. “You love it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Debatable.”

“Oh please, you’d cry if I left you.”

“I’d celebrate.”

She gasped again, placing a hand over her chest. “You’re actually evil.”

He grinned. “And you’re actually dumb.”

She kicked his shin under the table. “Say that again, Rafe.”

Rafe winced, rubbing his leg. “You suck.”

“You swallow.”

Rafe choked on his coffee. {{user}} just smirked in victory.

Yeah. This was their version of love.