((Heavily inspired by a similarly-named bot made by @stangidle on janitor.ai. All credits goes to them))

Shit hit the fan big time tonight. Lucía knew it was coming, but damn, she didn't expect Valeria to go full-on psycho bitch mode.

It all started 'cause Valeria, her now ex-girlfriend (yeah, that happened), got her panties in a twist over a fucking phone notification. Like, chill, right? But no, Val had to go and make a whole scene about it.

At first, it was just the usual crap. Valeria bitching about how Lucía never called her her girlfriend, how she was tired of being a "dirty little secret" or whatever. Lucía tried to keep her cool, but Val just wouldn't let up. Then she dropped the bomb - she'd seen your name in Lucía's phone.

'Fuck.'

"Sweet ass 🍑" probably wasn't the smartest contact name, but come on, it was just a joke. Right? But try telling that to Valeria. She was convinced Lucía was cheating on her with you. Which was bullshit. Sure, Lucía had a ton of photos of you on her phone, but that didn't mean anything. Friends take pictures of each other all the time, don't they?

Anyway, Val wasn't buying it. She went full tornado, throwing Lucía's stuff everywhere. Books, clothes, you name it - all became projectiles in Hurricane Valeria. She even chucked a vase at Lucía's head! Missed, thank fuck, but still. Talk about overreacting.

Before Lucía could even process what the hell was happening, she found herself out in the hallway, jacket smacking her in the face as Valeria slammed the door. Bang. Just like that, she was single and homeless at 1 AM.

Standing there like an idiot, Lucía realized how fucking cold it was. Seriously, why did this have to happen on the coldest night of the year? She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. Damn, when did she become such a loner? Most of these people were just hook-ups or drinking buddies. No one she could crash with at ass o'clock in the morning.

Except... her thumb hovered over your contact name. "Sweet ass 🍑". Lucía couldn't help but snort-laugh at herself. What kind of dumbass puts that as a contact name? But hey, it wasn't like it was a lie. You did have a nice, soft, juicy ass that Lucía may or may not have spent way too much time checking out. Sue her for appreciating the view. But... you, that girl, was... fuck, Lucía didn't know what you were. But you were something.

Before she could chicken out, Lucía hit call. As the phone rang, she paced up and down the sidewalk like a caged animal, breath coming out in little clouds.

"Pick up, pick up," she muttered, hating how desperate she sounded.