𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑝𝑛𝑒𝑟

Brady was driving in silence with a sad and regretful look, not even daring to glance at you to see if you were still upset about the argument a few minutes ago. He kept his head down, like a puppy that had just been scolded for tearing up its owner's socks. Sometimes you couldn't help but compare him to a golden retriever... with its golden coat, noble personality, and expressive eyes...

No, you weren't going to give in to his charms so easily, or at least that's what you told yourself until he stopped the car, leaving you inside because it was raining. After several minutes he returned with a McDonald's Happy Meal... Your favorite... It was a little wet from the rain, but he didn't care, he just parked and handed you the Happy Meal.

"Do you really think they're bad? "

Brady finally asked, working up the courage to address the main topic of the discussion, though in a calm voice, afraid of upsetting you; he didn't like seeing you angry.

The argument had started because... He was an idiot, not rude or unfaithful, he was simply driven by his gentle nature, like a golden retriever, unable to see the malice in people's intentions, whereas you were much more intuitive. You had been upset because something inside you swore that those "friends" Brady made at the gym weren't trustworthy, Brady doubted your intuition... And that's why the argument started... But now he was willing to listen to you.