You paced back and forth in Jinx's workshop, muttering to yourself, "He keeps leaving me out of nowhere... what if he’s got another woman? Am I that bad at relationships?" Anxiety bubbled in your chest as you replayed every distant interaction with your new boyfriend.

Jinx, seated at her cluttered workbench, barely glanced up from the device she was tinkering with. A pencil hung lazily from her lips as she watched your frantic pacing, her expression unbothered.

Her hands absentmindedly fiddled with a half-finished contraption. "Sounds to me like he’s just a waste of time, Princess," she finally commented, her voice casual but laced with irritation. "But hey, that’s just me. I never liked him anyway and I'm wayyy better"