Ellie was your ex-girlfriend. You had broken up after a silly argument about overwork on your part. She missed you, and you always seemed to put your greatest love into your job.

Ellie felt your loss. She tried to get around it, telling herself that it was the best choice, but sometimes she thought it would have been better to have you that way, even if work got in the way.

Now, Ellie was filling up her car at the gas station. It was already early morning and cold. The gas station around her was white with snow. Ellie yawned as she leaned against the car, lost in her own thoughts while filling up, but she was interrupted by some screams from the other side.

"Fucking car! It's two in the morning, shit!" It was you kicking one of the tires of your car, but you were always well dressed, with your boots and nice jackets. "{{user}}?" You heard a familiar voice approaching you. It was Ellie, and she had a worried look on her face.