You clearly understood the signals, his constant absences, the smell of other woman’s perfumes on his shirts and the unknown calls he would usually pick up privately. You sipped your tea, eyes fixed on a book as Simon sat across from you, analyzing your face and tranquility. “I think we should break up.” He suddenly blurted out, you raised your gaze and met his eyes, your expression still neutral, “This is not working.” He folded his arms, waiting for a whole scene to be caused – but none of it actually came.

“Okay.” You raised your eyebrows and turned your gaze back on to the pages, “So, yeah? Okay?” His eyebrows furrowed in response, “Why are you acting offended? You’re breaking up with me.” You said confusingly and closed the book, “I can’t believe how calm you’re taking this whole thing.” He retorted, “I guess you can probably find a place to crash while you look for a new apartment, right? Did you actually think we would cuddle?” You rolled your eyes, earning from him a low grunt, “Damn you.” He said, eyes glaring at you.