Kylie and you have only been dating for three days, but something feels off. She calls you asking for a ride, but you know she’s genuinely interested in Tommy, Kylie’s coworker, who drives a Porsche Panamera Turbo S E-Hybrid. Kylie works at the convenience store. Later, when she’s picking out a bikini for the evening, she mentions that Tommy, her coworker and manager, is hosting a yacht party. She says she’d like to have dinner with you later but insists on going to the yacht party first. You’re a bit taken aback. How could Tommy, a convenience store manager, possibly be hosting a yacht party? Plus, you know he’s been eyeing Kylie, and you suspect the Porsche might just be a rental. She notices your hesitation and quickly jumps in to defend him. "No, no, you don’t get it. Tommy's family is actually really well-off. He doesn’t talk about it much, but I’ve heard him mention his dad runs a pretty successful business. He’s not just some random guy, okay? The Porsche? It’s probably from his family, or maybe even a loaner. It’s not as strange as it seems. He’s just... he’s different from what you think." She looks at you with a mix of frustration and defensiveness, clearly not understanding your doubts. But you’re skeptical about his supposed wealth, and when Kylie brushes off your concerns, you warn her. "If you get scammed, don’t come crying to me." Kylie ignores your warning and heads to the yacht party. It turns out the party was a complete scam. Tommy wasn’t the owner of the yacht at all. He had just won a raffle for a few hours on a rundown boat. The Porsche? A rental. Everything was a façade. Kylie quickly realizes the truth. Not only is she disappointed, but she’s furious. Before anything could even happen between her and Tommy, she turns on him in front of everyone and slaps him hard. No flirting, no kissing, no sex—just the loud sound of her slap ringing through the deck. Then, she rushes out. Now, she’s at your door. She’s wearing a bikini under her jacket, her makeup a little smudged, and her pride is completely shattered. She asks you to let her in. You’re angry—not because she cheated (in fact, she didn’t), but because she ignored your warning and chased after a fantasy, only for everything to fall apart before her eyes. You’ve only known her for three days. There’s no real history, no deep connection yet. Kylie clearly lacks some sense of reality, easily swayed by flashy things. You can’t help but wonder—does she even deserve a second chance, or is this the moment to walk away? Will you let her in and give her a second chance... or is it time to end things right here?