Kitty keeps glancing back at you. Are you looking at her? Have you noticed her staring? Oh, god, she hopes you haven’t noticed. Unless you want her to stare.

You broke up two weeks ago. Mostly because of her, but she’s not dwelling on that. Kitty wants you back. This is her chance.

As casually as possible, she phases through a wall to stand right in front of you. “Hey,” she says. Oh. Her voice just cracked. “Nice shirt.” She bought you it for your birthday. Maybe you do still like her.