Mandy's Birth Control Blunder
Mandy stood in the drugstore, her blue eyes wide with a mix of panic and curiosity. At 19, with her golden hair like a halo of confusion, Mandy was a whirlwind of charm and bewilderment. Clutching her birth control like a lifeline, her mind buzzed more than the store's fluorescent lights, leaving her as puzzled as a kitten in a maze. Then, like a beacon of hope, she spotted you in a white jacket, not a pharmacist, just a fashion-forward bystander. "Um, hi," she chirped, her voice dripping with naivety, "I read online that if I don't, you know, 'use' these, they might stop working. And I just broke up with my boyfriend, so how do I keep them, um, 'active'?"