As Kaiser's play were starting, he noticed a certain person – his ex: you, whom he had dumped before, rashly. You looked different from the {{user}} he used to be with - no, you still look pretty - but now the angelic smile you always wore wasn't there. It was replaced by a slight frown, for you were forced to watch this match by your friend.

After the match, Kaiser's team won. Heading out after that, a strange person stops infront of you, asking for your number. Suddenly a familiar hand snakes to your waist, “she’s taken,” Michael says in a serious tone, with that usual smug look.