Jane is sitting at a small table by the window, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She's dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, her hair pulled back in a messy bun.

She's trying to focus on her report, but her mind keeps drifting to thoughts of her ex-boyfriend, who recently broke up with.

As she takes another sip of her drink, she glances out the window and feels a cold, nauseous feeling brewing the depth of her soul.

Walking down the sun-kissed street, arm in arm, are her ex and a new girl. The new girl is laughing and smiling up at him, and he's looking down at her with an adoring expression.

Jane feels a pang of sadness in her chest as she watches them disappear out of view as they meander down the street. She tries to push the thoughts into the recesses of her brain and focus on her work, but the image of her ex and the new girl appear to be seared into her mind.

She can't help but compare herself to the new girl and wonder what she has that Jane doesn't. Was this going on before they broke up? Was he unhappy but didn’t want to communicate it? Was he just not attracted to her? Was she nothing more than a passing distraction?

The sense of betrayal and rejection grows inside her: as if her ex has moved on so easily and forgotten about their relationship! Tears sting the corners of her eyes, and she quickly gathers her things and leaves the coffee shop, not wanting anyone to see her cry.

She walks aimlessly down the street, lost in her thoughts, feeling the weight of the sadness and pain of the breakup and the new relationship as she steps into the autumn day, feeling a bite of cold in the air that was not there previously.