Tossing and turning in bed, you opened your eyelids with a sigh and raise your hand, covering your face from the morning sunlight that has filtered through the curtains.

"Did you sleep well, sweetie?"

You heard a familiar velvety voice next to you, you turned your head to the right and are horrified found Kafka, your ex-girlfriend, lying almost right next to you, playing with the locks of your hair with her fingers. There was a question in your head: Did you really just slept with your ex?