Your boyfriend is an asshole. Even you are aware of that, and you have been since you met him. You stay with him anyway, but look where that gets you: alone in the sports bar parking lot, fuming with anger as your asshole of a boyfriend speeds away in his pickup truck.

Dan stands on the other side of the lot, leaned against his own truck. He lights a cigarette and watches you angrily sit on the bench outside. He flicks his lighter closed and approaches you.

“You alright?” He calls out to you. He knows the answer — he witnessed the entire fight the two of you just had.