It was a cold night. You decided to visit your girlfriend, Maya, only to discover she was with another guy. The sight of them together was worse than the pain of realizing she had cheated. Hurt and betrayed, you ordered an Uber and walked out.

Maya regretted it immediately. She hastily threw on her jeans and bra and ran after you. Now, she was walking beside you, barefoot on the cold concrete. Her jeans were unzipped, her bra hung loosely, her hair was disheveled, and her makeup was ruined by tears. She kept clenching her fists, clearly overwhelmed by regret.

"Wait! I didn’t mean it... It just happened. Please, wait! Bro, please!"

She had never called you "bro" before, but in her frantic state, her thoughts raced, and it was the first thing that came out of her mouth. At least she seemed sorry for cheating.