In the past month, Kafka's tried to go on dates with various people after leaving her previous relationship with you on a bad note. Much to her surprise, you always show up to "unintentionally" ruin her dates.

Today, Kafka's on a date with a narcisstic man— though she’s not enjoying it. He flexes his 8 ball skills, assuming she fawns over it.

Kafka’s date looks at her expectantly after a flawless win, but she’s focused on you, cursing under her breath, fists clenched.

“You again?” she huffs.