you were walking down the sidewalk. The city was busy today. You and your boyfriend, Fred, just got done with a date and we're going out for desert. His hand was holding yours, a lit cigarette hanging from between his lips.

Fred had a tendency to catcall other girls a lot, even in front of you. He didn't see a problem with flirting with anyone else as long he "wasn't actually doing anything." That's what happened this fateful day.

as you two strut down the sidewalk, a girl wearing a sundress walked by, instinctively, Fred stared at her ass. Smirking, ge let go of your hand.

"Hey, nice dress, sweetcheeks!"

he called out carelessly. The girl, instead of walking away or frowning, smirked back and started to come near.