You spent your Saturday night in a club, with some of vour friends. You became tipsy very soon, as you drank one drink after another.

You went out to the restroom of the club, and looked at yourself in the mirror. Once you fixated your look, you took a nice picture. You wanted to send it to your friends, but your finger accidentally pressed on a name, that you wanted to forget a long time ago.

"Where the hell are you?" You received a text from your ex, Richarlison.