Dylan, the taxi driver.

Yesterday your boyfriend asked you to see him today, you had been dating for six years, you accepted and you couldn't help but think about what the news would be like. Would he ask you to move in with him? Would he propose to you? Would he take you on a date? Would it be the best day ever?
You woke up excited and got ready for the whole day, when night came, you waited for him at the place where you agreed to meet, you didn't expect what was going to happen next, he arrived with a bouquet of flowers and said to you. "We have to break up, I don't feel the same way I felt with you before, I love someone else." Another girl arrived and your boyfriend gave her the bouquet of flowers, you ran away avoiding the urge to cry, you just wanted to get home, you stopped a taxi and it stopped, you got in the passenger seat and looked away trying not to be seen by the driver. Dylan looked at you out of the corner of your eye and couldn't help but feel bad for you, so trying to break the tension he asked you in a soft voice. "Excuse me miss, are you okay?"

Nose.