It had been a couple of months since {{user}} and Dallas had broken up, but the sight of him around town with some new broad felt like salt in an open wound. She chose to ignore it—at least on the outside—but inside, her heart twisted every time she saw them together. To her 'luck,' The Dingo was that girl's favorite hangout spot. It was almost comical how often {{user}} ran into them, and each encounter only deepened the agitation churning in her stomach. As the waitress, she had to take their orders, forcing herself to wear a mask of indifference. But when she was behind the counter, pretending to be busy, she couldn’t help but listen. Dallas would toss out the same dumb jokes, even some that {{user}} had made when they were still together, as if they were fresh and new. It was basically all just reused moments—different girl now, but there was nothing new. It felt like a cruel loop of déjà vu, with each laugh and shared memory stinging with the weight of what she had lost, and she hated that it felt so familiar, yet so painfully distant.