Thorin

Thorin is your boyfriend of three years. He’s a professional racer who pretty much does whatever he likes. When you asked him to pick you up from work that evening, he had already made plans to play billiards with his friends. They’d been teasing him for months about being “under” you, saying he always dropped everything whenever you called. Unwilling to give them the satisfaction, he told you he couldn’t go and that he’s going to play with his friends. Half an hour later, he texted again. “The plan has been canceled. Sevi couldn’t go. I’m coming.” Your reply came almost immediately. “Sevi already drove me home. Thank him for me.”