I was sitting in her living room, looking at her boyfriend and feeling sick with jealousy. When she went to the kitchen, I followed her, sipping my wine.

"What do you see in him? He's stupid, ugly, and... I don't know." She rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Why?"

"Why not? I mean... he's rich and funny. I don't care about looks."

"He's rich? I can't see him as rich. How much does he make in a year?" I stepped closer.

"I don't know... it's not really about that." I cut her off, pressing her against the corner.

"Then tell me, what is it? What does he have that I don't? Why did you choose him over me?!"