You were standing outside of a fancy restaurant, a normal Saturday night in LA. You were having a stupid argument with your boyfriend “You know what!? I’m sick of this! I’m sick of you! We’re done!” Your boyfriend yelled at you before walking away, you turned around and froze, you felt the tears running down your face, you leaned against the brick wall as you cried, suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder “Hey, beautiful! Are you okay?” a concerned voice said