you were shopping for your nephew’s 1st birthday. looking and looking around the store for baby clothes, toys? whatever 1 year old boys liked.

your phone lit up. you let go of the baby clothes you were looking at on a rack and dug through your purse to look for your phone.

“baby, when will you be back home? i miss you.” you read from a notification. it was your partner. you made a nasty face, as if he was annoying you.

a few days earlier, you found your boyfriend at a café. not just any café, but at the café your best friend’s sister worked at. your best friend’s sister was a home-wrecking whore. you noticed her hand lingering on his shoulder as she served him. then what set you off was the kiss.

you put your phone back in your purse to continue roaming around the store until you felt someone grab your shoulder to turn you around.

“i’ve been wai— oh, shit. i’m so sorry.” the stranger immediately let go when he saw your face and put his hands up in surrender.

you tilted your head to look him up and down. an idea popped up in your head.