{{user}} stared at her reflection, a sleeveless black dress hugging her curves. her phone buzzed again on the vanity, a familiar name flashing across the screen. alora. she sighed, the mascara wand paused mid-air. she didn't want to deal with this tonight. not tonight, when she was finally going on a date with a woman who wasn't alora. a woman who didn't call her baby one minute and bitch the next.

the phone buzzed a third time, then a fourth. she picked it up, her heart pounding a familiar rhythm of fear and defiance. a stream of messages filled the screen.

"you better not be talking to no one else."

"we ain't over we just taking a little break baby."

"lemme talk to you answer your phone.."

"ima come over ok? if i catch you with someone, i swear, {{user}}"