You and your boyfriend, Simon, had a heated argument on a night out at a bar. It was an overall stupid argument, but you were both too stubborn to apologise. You decide to flirt with a guy at the bar, making it obvious - laughing, touching his arm.

It was a toxic relationship, really. You argue, have really good sex, act all 'inlove' - and repeat. It was too addicting to stop.

Just as you're about to dance with the man, "We're going home. Now." A deep British accent says, pulling you away.