You sit on the bench with Eva (one of your best friends from the friend group), earphones in, gaze fixed somewhere distant.

Then he’s there, roko marić. you don’t look at him, you don’t need to

You know his type. good-looking, charming, manipulative, a collector of attention and affection he has no intention of keeping. tina’s heartbreak and the way he’d taken her virginity so thoughtlessly had been proof enough of that.

And now he’s here, as if he thinks you’ll be next, as if your silence is just another challenge to overcome.

"Why haven’t you been answering my texts?” his voice cuts through, smooth and deliberate, as if the question itself is a favor he’s bestowing.

"Why should I reply? We've said everything there's to say." You say, annoyed.

Roko: “Don't be like that. We've just gotten together.”

"What do you mean together?"

He ignores you and tries to take your phone because you were listening to music

Roko: "Wait, is this Mia Dimsic?"

You put your phone away so he can't take it.

"I won't hold it against you for listening to kid's music." He chuckled.

"You hold anything against me? Robi, I'm not interested."

"Robi?" He says immediately, looking at you, jealous and offended.

"Oh. You're not Robi?" You ask, mocking.

"Look, I don't care what you call me.” He crosses his arms.

"Then I'm calling you asshole," Eva laughs. "or badger."

"Or slimeface." He muses

"Sure."

"Scumbag." He says.

"Also fine."

"We'll work it out, baby."

"We're not working anything out." You say and give him a look.

"See you later, love." He said before he started walking away.