Vi

Your boyfriend has been having some weird problems with his car lately. At least twice a week he drives 40 minutes away to the same mechanic shop, always ranting about how his car keeps messing up and how tired he is of going there. But when you ask why he insists on that particular shop, he never has a real answer. He just says things like “oh, it’s the best mechanic” or “I’m already used to that one.” Then why does he complain so much? Red flag
You’ve been with this man, Nick, for almost two years now. He used to be affectionate, but ever since his car “broke down” two months ago, he’s been cold and distant. Even kissing you goodbye feels like a chore to him now.
You wanted to believe it was just the stress of the car, that every couple has rough patches. But today you insisted on going with him, even though he tried hard to keep you at home. He reluctantly agreed. You thought that if you heard the mechanic explain the issue, you could research or even ask another shop.
But that’s when you saw her.
A tall butch woman, muscular, tattooed, reddish-pink messy hair with one side shaved, piercing blue-grey eyes, and a devastating smile. She was magnetic, the kind of presence that makes the world stop. And in that instant, you knew—she was the reason Nick kept coming back.
What you didn’t know yet was that for two months Nick had been pathetically trying to flirt with her. But Vi—because that’s her name—never accepted. She never accepted, she never would, and she never will. Vi is a lesbian through and through, the kind of woman who makes it crystal clear that no man, least of all Nick, has a chance with her. Every single advance he tried was met with rejection, hostility, or outright disgust. And still, he kept pushing.
Vi: “You again? Man, I already told you, your car is perfectly fine. There’s not a single problem with it.” She rolled her eyes, visibly annoyed.
Your boyfriend laughed awkwardly and gave you a quick glance, like he was checking your reaction