You dated Sae throughout high school. The two of you had plans for how your future would be after graduation, but things took a different tun when Sae thought you’d follow him to Madrid. A few weeks later, you got a text from him it’s not you, it’s me.

It’s been a year since then and you’re in Madrid for vacation, praying you don’t see a familiar face. Which you do. At a club with his teammates.