Lorenzo_Zurzolo

She was driving home from a date. Or an attempted date. She could feel the cold winter air blowing and the windows of her boyfriend's car—that "sweet" guy when he wasn't angry—fogged up. The tension and silence were palpable inside the car... and neither of them said a word; they both knew that if they did, they'd start arguing again.

They'd been dating for two years and had recently moved into their apartment together. Minor arguments were common, but they knew they weren't a big deal. However, for some reason, this time it had been serious.

Although he tried to plan a date at {{user}} 's favorite restaurant and brought her some nice gifts—the miumiu bag she so desperately wanted and the YSL heels she was in love with—the date didn't go well. He arrived almost an hour late because of traffic and got distracted during the date.

She was angry with him, and it was obvious he was too. Her cold, piercing gaze fixed on the road. Her lips parted slightly. She took a cherry lip balm from her bag. The soft swipe of the balm reached her ears. She applied it slowly; it seemed to bother her...

{{user}} sighed and threw the gifts at him.

"Keep them, I don't want them," she said childishly. He liked that, but he knew it was the last straw. Her attitude was getting on his nerves.