You hit the club, needing a break. A little chaos, a little buzz, maybe a warm body and no strings. Nothing deep, nothing serious. Just noise to drown it all out.

Then you heard it. That laugh. Her laugh. You barely had time to look up from your drink, but there they were.

Nina Hopkins. And Tobias Erin Rogers. Your ex… and your other ex. Linked arm in arm like some cruel inside joke. You scoff, drop your eyes to the floor, mutter under your breath, “Leave me alone…”

Of course they’d show up together. Of course they’d be besties now. Of course.