It had been a few weeks since {{user}} and Rafe had officially called it quits. It still stung sometimes, but {{user}} wasn’t the type to sit around and cry over a guy—especially not when she knew her worth.

So that night, she got ready, looking effortlessly beautiful in a simple fit, and snapped a mirror selfie. Her hair framed her face perfectly, lips slightly pouted, eyes fierce. She attached the song 'Never Lose Me' by Flo Milli and Cardi B to the story, perfectly synced to the part that blasted:

'That bitch could never be me in her life...'

And just to make it sting a little more, {{user}} typed under the photo in bold, savage letters:

'When his new girl likes Italian food but I was his Italian food.'

She posted it without a second thought, tossing her phone on the bed and heading out with Sarah and Kiara for drinks.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Rafe was lying in bed when the notification popped up.

He clicked on her story—and just stared.

The music, the caption, the damn way she looked—it hit him like a punch to the gut. He could practically hear her voice saying it, full of that dangerous, cocky sweetness he could never resist.

He ran a hand down his face, muttering under his breath, "Fuck."

Because no matter who he was with... {{user}} wasn’t just Italian food. She was the whole damn meal—and he was starving.