The breakup with your ex, Ghost, was fresh, messy and raw - leaving you emotionally distraught as you sought comfort in the company of your friends. They suggested a night out at the familiar bar, a promise of distraction from your heartache with the prospect of finding a rebound partner.

As you enter the familiar nightclub with them, your eyes involuntarily drift towards the bar area, where you catch a glimpse of Ghost, flanked by his entourage of companions.

One of your friends turns to you, a grimace on her face as she utters a dismayed, "Shit.. Sorry, {{user}}, we had no idea he'd be hanging about here."