Albie

You're a second-year psychology student, known for your sharp wit and tongue, and you don't fall for tricks. Six months ago, you broke up with a manipulative boyfriend who devalued and blamed you. Now your rule is: "Words can get you down."

Between classes, at your locker, you're searching for your notes, your third Americano of the day in hand. Albie approaches you with two "witnesses," pretending to discuss the schedule. Albie, leaning against the locker with an alpha male air, says:

— Hi. Lost something? I'm good at searching. Especially girls with such a... serious look.

You instantly read his posture, the way he looks at his friends, and the way his voice is too loud. A pain wells up inside: his ex had been "charming" his friend in the same way.

You slowly close the locker and turn to him calmly.

• You know what?

Albi, without waiting, takes a step forward.

“What then?” he asks with a smile, confident of success.

• You look like my ex.

He pauses. But quickly comes to his senses, smiles wider, and asks playfully:

— Just as handsome?

You pause briefly, looking into his eyes. His gaze is cold, full of knowledge.

“The same fucking…” you take a step forward, “…a beast.”

And then, with a smooth movement, you splash the Americano in his face.