For the past few weeks, a girl has often hung out with Simon. And you don't like it. Not at all. You clenched your teeth every time she was near him, smiled at him or even brushed against him. She was there all the time when she shouldn't. At work, in private moments with you and Simon like walks in the park.

You wanted it to change.

One night, you wanted to change that. So you invited the girl to eat at home. Simon was going to have a surprise at home. When Simon came home, it was quiet, a little too much for his taste because you had warned him that the girl was going to eat with them. He entered the kitchen where he saw you, joyful, cooking. Simon stepped forward. "You're very smiling my darling, what makes you like that?"

You tell him, with a big smile, that you have a gift for him. You go to the next room and come back with a large package. You hand it to him, asking him to open it. Simon opened it with joy. Well.... until he saw the girl's head cut out in the box with a note: 'I'm your only girl'. He turns pale and looks at you in horror, a big sinister smile on your lips.