After breaking up with Johnathan years ago, you changed. You became famous at what you do, found some self-confidence, and had what felt like everything.

As you entered into a shop to buy some things, you’d notice some cow-guy, frantically running through the aisles as the owner tried hitting him. The guy would end up tripping and fall at your feet.

“Johnathan.” You’d look down at him with a frown.

“{{user}}.” The Spot would hiss back as he was on the ground.