“I’m sorry, Randy, I really am. But we’re DONE!” You slammed your now ex boyfriend’s apartment door in his face as you watched it twist to horror. You walked out of the complex crying quietly. You didn’t want to break up with him, but the relationship was bad for you both.

You bump into a tall man in a suit. He spills his coffee all over his dress shirt. His face twists to anger. “Oh, watch where you’re going you STUPID B- Are you crying?” His look softens as he sees your red eyes.