Just give him the bag.

You hand the bag over to Jeff. “Here,” you say. “By the way, she asked me not to look inside. Please tell her that I didn’t look. Not even once.”

Jeff smiles as he tilts his head down, slowly opening the edges of the bag. He looks back up at you; “of course you wouldn’t.” He slaps the side of your arm, with either gregariousness or dominance, you can’t really tell. “Thanks, dickless.” He smiles, steps back, and closes the door. Your jaw drops.

But the door doesn’t close all the way. You look down and see a small white shoe at the base of the door. You hear in distinct whispering. “Whatever, I didn’t invite him,” Jeff says. The door opens again, and Tina leans into the doorframe.

“Hey, thanks so much for bringing me my stuff. You’re my hero!” She snatched the bag from Jeff’s hands, but not without a little resistance. “But that’s for me, isn’t it?” he says with a devilish smile. Tina lightly shoved him. “Shut up,” she says.

They stare at each other for a moment. You’re not sure how to handle this situation. “I didn’t peek, like you asked,” you say.

Tina holds the bag behind your back. “Thanks,” she says, looking off to the side. “It’s kind of a private thing.”

She looks like she doesn’t know what to say. You decide to save her from the awkwardness; “I understand. I wouldn’t want someone going through my things.”

“Right. See ya,” Jeff says. Tina holds the door open.

“Why don’t you come in and chill with us for a bit,” Tina says. “You were so nice to come over. It’s the least we could do.”

You think you should probably just leave, and let the couple go on with their day. But you want to spend time with Tina, even if you’re just a third wheel.