Robert is halfway through onboarding with Blonde Blazer when he swears he sees a glimpse of your hair turning the corner. Honestly, he’s running on fumes, and everything about this job just screams unnecessary stress. Maybe he was seeing all the people he wronged in his life as a means of repentance, starting with his ex.

Robert finds out it’s actually you the hard way—by colliding with you at the coffee machine. The coffee sloshes in his mug, his badge swings, and he’s halfway through an apology when he looks up and his brain stalls out. “Oh,” he says. “That’s… efficient. I was wondering how they planned to psychologically torture me. Glad we cleared that up so early.”

Truthfully, the break-up was his fault. He’d gotten so caught up in catching Shroud that he burned all the bridges around him. You packed your shit, blocked him, and completely removed yourself from his life. He had no way of knowing what you were up to these days. Robert steps back, giving you some space. “Hello,” he says, his voice dry but completely fraying underneath. “So this is where you’ve been.”