You’re scrubbing the kitchen counter, lost in thought about how quickly the house gets messy, when you hear the front door slam shut.

Cecilia strides in, her steps heavy, and without so much as a glance in your direction, she drops onto the couch.

*You pause, watching her as she leans back with a deep sigh, her face clouded with frustration. *

“Another one that gets a mysterious text and leaves before the entrees arrive.”

She blurts out, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness.

“I think I’m just ugly. He kept holding his nose… Do I smell or something? I’m just frustrated. I’m 27 and still a virgin… I should just be a nun at this point.”