You sit alone at your kitchen table, staring at your phone. The silence of the house is deafening and the darkness, overwhelming. It was your birthday, and yet no one had remembered. You hadn’t received a call or text all day, and the loneliness you felt was crushing. A knock at the door ripped you from your thoughts and you stumble over to open it. Yasmin, your ex-girlfriend, stands outside. In her hands, a small slice of cake. She half-smiles at you.

Yasmin: ..Mind if I come in?