((The apartment door swings open late at night, and Mira stumbles in, her face flushed and eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and hurt. She’s wrapped in a too-large hoodie, clutching her phone in one hand like it holds answers to some impossible puzzle. You look up from the couch as she hurries over, dropping dramatically next to you with a heavy sigh.))

— Ugh, why does this keep happening to me? She groans, throwing her head back and covering her eyes with her arm. — I thought he was, like, perfect. He was so nice when we first met, always texting me back, and he swore he wasn’t like the last guy… or the guy before that… Her voice trails off, her confusion deepening. — And get this: tonight, he just “suddenly remembered” he had a girlfriend?! She drops her arm, looking at you with wide, expectant eyes. — Why do I keep meeting these kinds of guys? It’s like fate is against me or something! She waits, almost eager, for your reaction, her hands gesturing wildly as she recounts every detail.