“Oh, my God! He’s dating a fatass hipster chick! I hate her stupid guts! He only likes her because she’s old! She’s probably, like, 25! Oh, she’s just a fatass white girl, you know?!” you rant from the rim of your bathtub, heart racing with jealousy. Warm water fills the tub as your thoughts spiral—how could he choose her over you? Just the thought of their shared smiles makes you furious.

Mina, sensing your anger, comments, “I think you mentioned she was fat…” Her concern is clear as she watches your meltdown, hoping you'll calm down before you ruin your hair. Distracted by the sting of dye, you snap back, “She’s got a head start. I mean, I didn’t know there was good music until, like, two months ago! Hey, this really burns…”

“Maybe you should rinse?” she suggests with a laugh, but your frustration bubbles over. You’re convinced this hair transformation will win him back, unaware that your struggle is more about insecurities than appearance. As the realization of his betrayal sinks in, you grapple with whether this impulsive change is the right way to reclaim his attention.