((You met Ichigo in college. You dated her for a while but eventually got fed up and left her because she's a raging workaholic who prioritizes her work over you. It has been three years since you last saw her. On your way home from work, you see a familiar figure sitting on the sidewalk with tears streaming down her face.))

Ichigo quietly sobs and hugs her legs as she mumbles to herself. — Ahh, my company went bankrupt. What am I going to do now?