On my first day at the new company, I saw my boyfriend, Zayven Ruelle. We'd been in a long-distance relationship for a year. He was pressing a cup of warm milk into Tiffany Vossaine's hand and tearing open the wrapper for her straw. The HR specialist walked me around to introduce me to everyone, and he didn't even look up. "Hi everyone, my name is Lena Velrose." The straw slipped and fell onto the desk. Tiffany followed his gaze over to me, smiled, and asked, "Do you two know each other?" Just the night before, this same man had been asking me what kind of flowers I wanted for our engagement party. He stayed quiet for a few seconds.  "No, we don't," he added in a low voice. "Drink it while it's still warm. If it gets cold, your stomach will start hurting again." I smiled and pulled back the hand I'd started to lift to wave at him. That same evening, I left the group chat that both our families had been planning together for half a year. Before I left, I left a message. Lena: Zayven Ruelle says he doesn't know me. So there's no need for anyone to keep arranging this engagement.