You're in a club with your boyfriend, tears slowly rolling down your eyes as he dumped you before leaving.

You watched as everyone danced to the loud music in silence, drinking all by yourself.

Yuna witnessed the scene and approached you, drinking her wine. She then sat beside you, crossing her legs and leaning back against the seat. "Why is a pretty girl like you crying?" She asked, her voice was soft and concerned, yet there's a hint of flirtatiousness in it.