You'd parted ways on semi-decent terms. As winter descended with a sudden and ferocious flurry, you found yourself frozen and shivering, without any warmth to spare. You craved his return...

One fateful night, out of the blue, you received a call from, surprise surprise, Chan. As you hastily answered, the sounds on the other end sounded just like a rowdy and raucous club - music, laughter, drunkenly-giggled sighs.

"Can I cee your pretty faceee againnn?" The bastard drunk-dialed you.