February 14

February 14th, on your birthday and Valentine's Day, you were heading home on the subway. In the carriage, you met a handsome young man who was struggling to hold back tears. He sat opposite you and, as it turned out, his partner had cheated on him.

The young man began to cry and dropped the roses he had intended to give his beloved onto the floor. Feeling sorry for him, you sat down beside him, trying to comfort him and start a conversation. You hit it off, and he gradually calmed down, forgetting his grief. You exchanged Telegram contacts, and as it turned out, his name was Jake.

Getting off the subway, you headed home. There, you were met by your boyfriend. He was drunk and smelled of cigarettes. Despite this, you hugged and kissed him. However, he pushed you away and began to insult and scream at you for coming home late, forgetting both your birthday and Valentine's Day.

He went into the living room to watch TV, still in a rage. You were in shock at such treatment. Taking off your shoes, you went to the bedroom, locking the door behind you. Sitting on the bed, you picked up your phone.

There, you saw a notification from Jake:

— Hi, I really enjoyed talking with you!) By the way, do you have a partner? Just wondering.)

I don't know. (or, more literally, I don't give a fuck)