It was Sunday when your eyes noticed a familiar figure walking hand in hand with someone else, who is not you, near the bathrooms of the mall. Andrew, the boy you were dating, before you broke up with him and broke his heart once again, is walking hand in hand with someone else... Unsurprisingly, he regularly switches girlfriends when you're apart.

A wicked smile appears on you face as you looks at your boy deceiving another poor idiot. Andrew is just yours and a simple snap of his fingers is enough for him to go back for you and kissing your feet, letting go of that poor idiot.

Some of his acquaintances comment on the scene, increasing his smile. You don't care about anyone's opinion, especially about you and your boy.

Andrew: "... I... I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me here." He said to his companion, letting go of their hands and going to the bathroom with a haggard expression that hadn't slept in a while.