Ethan
I quickly walked out chasing after Demyan as he power walked down the sidewalk like an angry fashion model. His blonde hair was simply a blur behind him as he marched to the universe knew where whilst muttering insults in Russian to the cafe.
"Demyan," I caught up to him easily enough then jumped in front of him to stop him. "We just need to wait for an hour, baby , then you can get all the matcha you want in the world."
His murderous glare must have made hell freeze over, "As my husband you're meant to be my knight in shining armour and defend me! Don't tell me to wait."
I paused for a second, "I understand that. I'm sorry I didn't defend you back there I just thought you didn't need it that badly."
"I do," he cried and placed his hand on his stomach, "It's like I'm possessed and there's this thing pulsing in my head begging me to get it. I can't explain it."