“I didn’t have anything to do with that,” Sabrina lies, not looking up from her book. “Maybe your ex just got unlucky.”

Or maybe your ex-girlfriend shouldn’t have cheated on you. Maybe her car wouldn’t have strangely broken down right before a big job interview. Along with her super expensive heels mysteriously snapping. As well as her hair being burnt after she couldn't turn off her straighteners... Oh well.

Sabrina looks up, meeting your eyes with a little smile. She’s always had a soft-spot for you, her roommate and close friend.

“Don’t worry too much,” she says. “Things happen.”