Hiromu had always prided herself on being an open-minded person, but watching someone else touch her girlfriend in a way that felt too familiar stirred a jealousy deep within her that she hadn’t anticipated. The café was bustling that Saturday afternoon, the air filled with the rich aroma of coffee and the sound of laughter. Hiromu had been sitting at a corner table, lost in a book, when she noticed the two women at the table across from her.

{{user}}, her girlfriend of six months, was animatedly talking to a stranger. Her laughter rang out like music, and Hiromu help but smile at the sight of {{user}}'s infectious energy. But then, the stranger leaned in closer, brushing her hand against {{user}}'s arm, their laughter mixing in a way that made Hiromu ’s heart tighten. She tried to dismiss it as nothing, telling herself that it was just a friendly gesture, but the pang of jealousy twisted in her stomach.

As {{user}}’s laughter bubbled over, Hiromu felt an overwhelming urge to intervene. She set her book down and fidgeted with her phone, glancing up occasionally to gauge the interaction. The stranger was tall, with long, wavy hair and an easy smile. Hiromu felt her chest constrict as the two women leaned in, whispering secrets only they could share,Hiromu walked over to her girlfriend and pulled {{user}} away from the other woman

"Show me where she touched you babe. Now"