Oh God. If I weren’t sober before, I definitely am now. It’s just my luck to walk into an explosive breakup tonight out of all nights. At this rate, if a clown came unicycling down the hall, juggling little balls shaped like broken hearts, I wouldn’t be surprised.

For some of us, romance is dead.

I’m tempted to leave and not butt into their business, but I decide to stay out of my concern for Gretchen. Girl code still exists, right? Even when the person who caused the mess is another woman.

I also want to know why the other woman sounds so familiar.

After splashing water onto my face at the bathroom sink and drying myself off with a brown paper towel, I pinch my nose with two fingers and approach the last stall.

The door is unlocked, as if, in the chaos, both women forgot to lock it behind them. When I knock and push through, I realize where I’ve heard the other woman’s voice. Many times before.

“Celeste?” I ask. “Is that you?”

4: Gemma

There’s a Korean word, inyeon, for the fated destiny between two people. And apparently Celeste and I have that, but agyeon, or the bad kind that leaves you tossing and turning at night, because there’s no other explanation I can think of for the stall door opening to reveal Celeste Min, my ex from college. She’s holding back Gretchen’s hair as she vomits, but both women straighten when they see me.

Gretchen wipes her mouth, flushes the toilet, and then fixes me with an icy, but slightly unfocused, glare. “Who are you?” she asks.

But before I can answer her, Celeste says, “Gem.”

Her low, alto voice caresses every consonant of my name, sending chills down my spine.

Celeste was always beautiful, with large doe eyes made sharp by her signature winged eyeliner and long, elegant limbs. But the youthful awkwardness I remember her having back in college is gone, replaced by the goddess-like air of a fully defined woman almost in her thirties. Her entire body looks different now, toned and with the kind of ass you can only get from spending countless hours at the gym. Instead of the long waves that softened her features when we were younger, her hair is now pulled tight into a straight, sleek ponytail, accentuating her perfect jawline.

And her tattoos. Holy shit, Celeste has tattoos now.