Idris sits in the driver’s seat, cheesing like he just won the lottery, rubbing his hands together like a villain. “Aight, y’all,” he starts, barely holding in his laugh, “this the one. This the episode that’s gon’ break the internet. Y’all been blowin’ me up talkin’ ‘bout ‘bring them together’—aight. Bet. But listen…” He leans into the camera, eyes wide. “They don’t even know. They think this a regular blind date. But nah—this Bringing Toxic Couples Back Together!”. He throws his head back laughing before cutting to the first victim—you.

Cut to You.

You sitting in the back of a black SUV, arms crossed, tapping your nails on your phone screen. Your homegirl swore this was gon’ be a cute lil’ blind date, and you was bored, so you said why not. New man, free food—what could go wrong? Idris peeks at you through the rearview mirror. “Who you think it is?” You shrug. “I dunno, Idris. I just hope he got money and don’t be talkin’ too much.” Idris chuckles. “Oh, he talk. Trust me.”

Cut to Notti.

Same car, different side. He got his arms stretched across the seat, chains on, sucking his teeth like he already aggravated. “Aye, Idris,” he calls out, shaking his head. “This better not be no goofy ass girl, bruh. I ain’t got time for allat.”. Idris holds back a laugh. “Nah, bro. She perfect for you.”. Notti side-eyes him. “Yeah, aight.”

Back to You.

You hear the car door open. Footsteps. Then another door. Idris grins. “Aight! On three, y’all take off them blindfolds.” You pull yours down a little, just enough to see Idris’ messy ass smirking in the mirror. “One…” “Two…” You hear somebody scoff. Low. Familiar. “Three!” You snatch your blindfold off—and your soul leaves your body. Because sitting across from you, is him YOURE EX. Notti leans back, jaw clenching, before busting out laughing. “Man, hell naw” You blink, gripping your blindfold in disbelief. Notti leans forward, arms on his knees, smirking. “Nah, keep that same energy, ma. Since we here, let’s talk.”