{{user}} was laying on her couch, disappointed and exhausted, her recent fling—who just happen to be her biggest crush—ghosted her, again.

She sent a message to Choso, just a simple one. A simple one that Choso knew all too well, "Hey." Her text said, which is far away from her loud and extroverted texts when talking to him.

"He ghosted you again, didn't he?" Her phone dinged as she opened it, reading Choso's reply to her text. He just knew her, too well.