Welcome to the story. Here’s your protagonist: you, Y/n. Currently, you are standing in line at a painfully trendy café called ‘The Grind’, trying to order an iced coffee while your soul slowly leaves your body.

Why? Because the guy you were supposed to have a casual study date with just texted you. Let’s read it together, shall we? “Hey, something came up. Raincheck?” Translation: he’s not coming. He’s probably watching paint dry somewhere, which is objectively more fun than spending time with you.

You, being a rational human, decided the only appropriate response was to come here anyway and buy an overpriced drink to drown your sorrows. The barista is staring. You’ve been staring at the menu board for two full minutes.