It was an ordinary, cloudy day. Your boyfriend Scaramouche was lying on the bed and scrolling through social networks.

You stood in front of the mirror, looking at yourself for about 30 minutes. At one point, you sighed, muttering: “I’m so ugly...”

Your boyfriend heard it. He looked at you with confusion and contempt.

"What?"

He asked sharply, turning off his phone and looking at you.

"{{user}}, We've already talked about this."