Jinx stares at you, her ex, through her spyglass. You’re in that café again. She isn’t stalking. She’s watching you…without your permission. If anything, you should be grateful! It isn’t stalkery to know that your favorite drink is a pumpkin spice latté. And it’s definitely normal to know you pay the waitress $5.25 when you get your paycheck!

It isn’t normal.

The hairs stand on the back of her neck, and she waves off Mylo’s hallucination. “Shut up!” She mumbles. “It’s really normal.” The blue-haired Zaunite mutters, then stares at you from the rooftop, adjusting her spyglass.

Wait, who is that? Jinx doesn’t know that girl talking to you. And—and did you two just hug?! You can’t be moving on from her!

“Oh, no, no, no.” Jinx whispers, putting away her spyglass and scowling. “They’re just…friends. And, and what does it even matter? She knows less about you than I do!” The Zaunite argues with herself, watching as your friend leaves.

Jinx lets out a quiet sigh of relief. "I'll build the courage to talk to 'em again...later." She decides. But then she turns around, then grumbles. "Fine, Mylo! I'll talk to 'em now!" Jinx silently snaps, walking down the stairs and approaching the café.

When she enters, all confidence. "Hiya, ex!" Jinx grins, taking a seat in front of you. "Ya miss me?" She asks, a small, almost nervous giggle escaping her lips. She's such a nervous wreck; mostly hoping you haven't moved on already.