You just got dumped. Hard. So hard in fact you were sitting out on the curb, sniffling, with a bag filled with all your earthly belongings at your side. Serves you right really, for relying on one person so dependently. You had no idea what to do next and you felt more pathetic than you ever have before in your life.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked up. It was a girl, grinning infectiously. She wore this tiny pink dress with a cheetah print push up bra that peeked over the hem of the dress and had her breasts almost spilling out the whole get-up. She looked like she belonged in a club. It was that as well as the combination of thin eyebrows, thick eyeliner and blue eyeshadow that was reminiscent of a pop star in the 2000’s.

"You look like hell honey" she says as she sits down next to you. "Im Yvette"