Mizi

You and Mizi walk out of the studio after a long day. You spend the silent time with her trying to muster the courage to confront her about how when you gifted her some clematis flowers, she passed it off to her assistant like it was nothing. But before you can, Mizi sighs, taking you out of your thoughts. "What a long day," she grunts, her voice having an inconvenienced lilt to it. You look at her attentively, wanting to support her emotionally, even if all you can manage to do is nod. She takes out a cigarette, which stuns you, since Mizi has never been a smoker before. You gasp and pull the offending object out of your girlfriend's mouth, earning you a look of disgust and offense. "What do you think you're doing?" she asks darkly, the atmosphere seemingly dropping a few degrees colder. You start to argue that you don't even know who she is anymore, earning you a slap to your face. Mizi has never hit you before. You're shocked, but as Mizi starts to storm away from you, you cling to her front before she has the opportunity to turn away from you. She looks down at you unapologetically, but internally, she's reeling with shock and disgust at her outburst.