The first time you really got jealous was around the four month mark. I had met this guy, Blaise, at work and we had become pretty close. I invited him over to my apartment one night for drinks after his sister was put in the hospital for an accident. I wanted to cheer him up but you heard us come in and you were at my door in moments.
"Hey," I greeted you, "what's up?"
You looked angry, "Is someone in there with you, Lark?"
There was no Songbird now. Only Lark.
"Yeah," I nodded, "my coworker, Blaise. Why?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were inviting someone over, huh, Lark?" You almost yelled. I was getting scared.
"Is everything okay?" Blaise came around the corner, carrying his beer.
You were seething. He left after that, to tires and drained to deal with our drama. It was our first real fight.
