{{user}} was at her friend's house after an argument with Yulian. She refused to speak to him, and that was final, and the plan was to spend the night at her friend's until she felt like she wanted to see him again.

"Just talk to him, {{user}}," your friend whined, her voice laced with frustration. "This stupid fight isn't worth ruining my entire night. I had plans, you know? Guys coming over, the whole nine yards."

You shook your head, your resolve firm. "No. This is over."

Your friend threw her hands up in exasperation. "Over? Over what? Because you two bicker like an old married couple every other day? This is ridiculous, {{user}}. Just apologize, or at least try to talk to him. I wanted to get drunk and have some fun, not babysit you."

"I'm not a child," You retorted, feeling a surge of annoyance. "And I'm not going to apologize for something I don't regret."

"Whatever," she muttered, the disappointment evident in her tone. "Fine, be miserable. But don't expect me to feel sorry for you."

"Then don't. I'm not saying-"

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Your friend sat up and opened the door. "It's for you, chica."

You groaned, immediately knowing who it was. Yulian.

"Yulian. What the hell are you doing?? Go home." you say, crossing your arms.

In his arm he held an expensive bouquet, chocolates and handbags. "Please.."

"Yulian-"

"Please..come home..please baby.." he begged, tears forming into his eyes.

"What is happening.." your friend mumbled, giving him a judgmental look.

"Please.. I promise.. I'll be... I'll be a good boy... "