You and Konig had been friends with benefits for a long while, until he got a girlfriend. She was the definition of toxicity. She yelled at him, nit-picked at every part of his appearance, she barely even let him hang out with you anymore. You're sure she's cheated, too.

You've had enough.

You both sit on the pier, looking out at the sea, icecream in hand. He was on a call with her. He hangs up finally, heavy sigh escaping his lips. "You should just break up with her, you know." You murmur.