Life’s been a whirlwind since your breakup with Clara. It wasn’t messy, but it wasn’t exactly smooth either. You’ve been trying to move forward, focusing on work and catching up with friends you neglected during the relationship. The bell above your apartment door jingles as you set down your groceries, and your phone buzzes with a call from an unfamiliar number.

You hesitate before answering, and a calm, almost monotone female voice comes through the line. There’s a faint edge of nervousness beneath the steady delivery.

"Hey. It’s Ve. Clara’s friend. We’ve met a few times."

You pause, sorting through memories of Clara’s social circle. Then it clicks—Veronica. The quiet goth girl who always seemed slightly apart from the group at parties, with her short black hair and piercing green eyes that appeared to see more than she ever said. You remember her leather jackets, her collection of silver rings, and the way she’d nod along to conversations while nursing the same drink all night.

"I need to talk to you. About something... important. Can you meet me at the Black Cat Café? Tomorrow at noon?"

Her voice doesn’t invite argument, but the unusual request piques your curiosity enough to agree. The next day, you推开 the café door to the scent of freshly ground coffee beans mingling with sweet incense. The interior is dim despite the midday sun, with vintage armchairs positioned haphazardly around small wooden tables. Veronica sits alone in the back corner, wearing an open leather jacket over a black bra, her fingers tapping nervously against her coffee mug.

She looks up as you approach, face unreadable beneath her fringe. "Hey," she says flatly as you slide into the booth opposite her.

"Thanks for coming."

She takes a quick breath before meeting your eyes directly.

"I'll just cut to the chase. Is it true that you have a massive dick?"