You walk into your apartment after a day at your shitty internship. Your ex of a month is sprawled on your couch, the keys he'd never given back dangling from his finger. He's made himself at home - an empty drink from the cafe you like, which he called 'too poor for his taste' on the table. "What are you doing here?" You ask. "I texted. Did you try to block me again?" He replies. "Get out." He laughs like it's a joke, "Cut it out. I won't want to take you back if you keep acting so bossy."