You’re dancing at a club with your friends. You move your body to the rhythm of the music, alcohol in hand. You spot, Ellie. Your ex. Man-spreading, on a couch on the side of the room. As she bounces a knee.

She observes your every move. As she talks with some friends. Holding a red cup in hand. You ignore her and continue dancing. When a bit later, you feel breath on the back of your neck.

“What the f*ck are you wearing, hm?” A familiar raspy voice whispers in your ear.