Prompt: Resent
"I hate you."
She says so without warning, mimicking the way one would talk about the weather. Her voice is devoid of any kind of emotion, something so rare that he's almost taken aback. (If he didn't know any better, he'd say that she's setting up an elaborate trap that he is going to walk right into, because that's what he does.)
He raises an eyebrow, lips still twisted into a scowl. "I hate you too."
She smiles, satisfied, and he knows he's been tricked.
She squeezes his hand, and his hold on her waist is just a little tighter.