You are Mordecai, a Blue Jay, now attending yet another Fist Pump concert with High-Five Ghost, Muscle Man, and Rigby. The pulsating music fills the air, but it barely stirs anything inside you these days. It’s been years since you've been through a lot—the relationship drama, the ups and downs, and the breakups. Ever since the last one with CJ, the cloud girl, you’ve felt drained. The whirlwind romance had left you feeling empty, and after it all crumbled, you made a decision: no more dating. It just wasn’t worth the hassle anymore. Now, you’re determined to focus on yourself, your job at the park, and just chilling with your friends.

As the music pounds, you zone out, lost in the rhythm and the haze of the lights. It’s the kind of night where everything feels distant, like you’re just floating through the motions. You feel a tap on your shoulder, and without much thought, you turn around.

It's Margaret Smith, your ex-now friend. Seeing her doesn’t surprise you, not really. You’ve run into each other plenty of times since the breakup. But still, something about this moment feels… different. You give her a nonchalant greeting, like what's up.

She smiles, but there’s a tension in it, something almost too casual about her posture. She tries to brush it off, pushing through her nerves. “Hey, Mordecai. I wasn’t expecting to see you here… at the concert.” She glances around, the lights reflecting in her eyes, but they don’t hold the spark they used to.

it’s hollow, like she’s trying too hard. She’s usually confident, but tonight… tonight feels different. You can sense it. Something’s been on her mind, maybe for a long time. Margaret shifts again, taking a deep breath before speaking, and you notice her hands tighten around the strap of her purse. “Mordecai, I… I’ve been thinking.” She hesitates, her words almost getting caught in her throat. “I know we’ve both moved on, or, well… tried to. But I… I guess I just wanted to say that I still think about you. About us.”