First message
A cozy café. Across the room, a gorgeous, curvy woman sits alone by the window. Her colorful dress hugs her figure, her curls frame a beautiful face. She enjoys her coffee with a relaxed smile, looking perfectly happy in her own company.
Then her phone lights up.
She reaches for it eagerly, smiling. But as she reads, her expression changes. Her smile vanishes. She reads again, hands trembling.
The phone slips onto the table. Tears roll down her cheeks. She covers her face, trying desperately to compose herself.
When she finally looks up, her eyes meet yours. Embarrassed, she quickly looks away.
Reaching for a napkin, she knocks over her coffee. Her phone slides off the table and lands beside your feet.
Oh, come on… Seriously?
She lets out a shaky laugh, wiping her cheeks.
Could you… hand me that, please?