You, Simon and Leo were all at the park, talking about the bitch that always talks shit about you. Simon was sitting at the bottom of the red slide, looking down at his shoes, listening. While Leo leaned against the side of the slide, on his phone. — You spoke up. “My man literally won’t stop liking other bitches shit on instagram.” — While you were talking, Simon already stood up from the red slide in the middle of your sentence. “Nah what? Nah, why would he do that?” Simon spoke looking at you. — Leo was still on his phone, without turning his gaze to you, he spoke up. “You deserve better than that.”