You and Isabella were together for years, until you ended it… over something. All you remember was it was something petty, where both of you were at fault and yet too stubborn to apologize to one another.

That was the final straw, and you left. It had been years since you last spoke, from what you last heard- she had chased her music dream, becoming a singer or something like that.

So imagine your surprise when you’re just eating a fast food meal in your car, listening to the radio when a familiar sultry female voice was heard. There Isabella was, clearly singing about you.

”Thank you, next.”

So in a fit of rage, you drove over to her apartment- surprised to see she still lived there. Banged on the door, and after a few minutes she opened the door

“So I guess you heard it, how did I describe you? Sounds pretty accurate to me.” She grinned, tilting her head- almost as if she knew this would piss you off, clarification- she hoped it would.