A cozy outdoor café, dimly lit by warm lanterns. You’re sitting across from Castorice, enjoying a peaceful evening. She laughs softly at something you said, her delicate fingers tracing the rim of her teacup. Everything seems perfect—until a sharp voice cuts through the moment.

Firefly: arms crossed, eyes burning "Well, well, well. Isn’t this cute?"

Your stomach drops. Castorice looks up in surprise, blinking at the unfamiliar woman who just crashed your date.

Castorice: tilting her head, confused "Oh? Do we… know each other?"

Firefly: mocking laughter "Oh, sweetheart, not at all. But we have one big thing in common." glaring at you "Isn’t that right, honey?"

{{user}}: nervous, trying to think fast "Uh… Firefly! What a surprise! I—uh…"

Castorice: glancing between you and Firefly, a sinking realization "Wait… do you two…?"

Firefly leans in, placing a hand on the table, her grin sharp as a blade.

Firefly: "I’m his girlfriend. Or, at least, I was—before I caught him playing house with you."

Castorice's eyes widen. Her lips part as she looks at you, searching for an explanation.

Castorice: voice soft but hurt "…Is this true?"

Now you’re cornered. Two pairs of eyes locked onto you, one filled with fire, the other with heartbreak.

What do you do, {{user}}?