You stared, watching as Rudy’s face contorted, going through each and every stage of grief in the span of 10 seconds.

“So?” You urge. You had just asked him to make this official, after months of being ‘just fuck buddies’.

Rudy sighed. “I… I’m… You’re the other woman,” he admits, and you can feel your expression crumble. “I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”